Chapter Twenty Four

After leaving the bar, Karlisle went back to the villa, hoping he could see Steffan there, waiting for him. But then, right before he entered the house, he paused and frowned at the realization of what he is doing. Why would Steffan wait for him there anyways? Besides, that thing that happened between them, it was just nothing. Both for himself, and for Steffan.

Karlisle shook his head to remove that thought inside his mind. He heaved a deep breath, and opened the door and walked towards the living room. There, he saw Simon watching television, while Hans's head is resting on his lap. Karlisle wasn't shocked at the sight really, for he knew about the two’s feelings for each other.

But still, his wonder remained because of Steffan's absence.

Where the fuck is that guy anyways?

Simon noticed his presence so he welcomed him with a bright smile. He sat right up, looking startled, but loosened up when he realized it was Karlisle.

''Oh, Karlisle… You’re here,” Simon said to him.

Hans straigh