Married To My Ex's Brother, Reborn Miraculously

Anne quickly pressed her hand to Augustine’s lips, her eyes shimmering with emotion. "Don’t say things like that," she whispered, voice trembling. "Don’t talk about risking your life. What would I do if something happened to you?"

Augustine smiled. "Nothing is going to happen to me," he said with quiet confidence. "No one can lay a hand on me. I know how to protect myself and those I care about."

But his reassurance didn’t ease the worry gripping her heart. Anne threw her arms around him, holding him tightly, as if she could shield him from danger by sheer will alone.

Augustine chuckled, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. "You really have no idea what you do to me when you are this close," he whispered in her ear. "If you keep clinging to me like that, I might lose control and start something right here."

Anne pulled back, eyes wide with disbelief at how effortlessly he had shifted the mood. "You are impossible," she muttered, giving him a playful shove and scooting away from his embrace.

But Augustine tugged her right back into his arms, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I’m serious. We have done it in the car before. Why not again?"

Anne’s eyes flicked nervously to the front of the car. Thankfully, the driver remained focused on the road, his gaze never once straying to the rearview mirror. Still, a flush of heat crept up her neck, caught somewhere between embarrassment and the flutter of unspoken desire.

"Stop it," she whispered sharply, pressing her palm against Augustine’s chest to create a bit of space. "We are not alone."

Augustine barely reacted, his expression relaxed and mischievous. "He is not a problem. I could ask him to pull over, give us a few minutes alone."

Anne blinked at him, utterly stunned. "Are you serious right now?" she asked, trying to hold back a laugh. "Can’t you wait? We’ll be home soon."

That made him smile, less teasing this time. "Fine, I’ll wait. Only because you asked."