In fact, when Justin Battleson learned that Charlotte Thompson was investigating him, his heart was not only shocked and puzzled, but also a sense of betrayal surfaced.
He didn’t understand.
He had already co clean to Charlotte about everything, so why did she still investigate him in secret?
Therefore, Justin was angry, but more than that, he didn’t know how to face Charlotte.
What made Charlotte think he was untrustworthy?
Justin felt as if a naless rage was smoldering in his chest.
He wanted to find a place to vent.
But in the end, when he saw Charlotte’s face and heard her voice, the rage began to dissipate slowly.
So much so that now, as he turned back, he saw Charlotte standing helplessly with her head lowered, her shoulders trembling slightly.
He instinctively walked over.
But Justin felt that Charlotte, seemingly within reach before his eyes, appeared to be thousands of miles away.
Justin shifted his gaze away from Charlotte.
There it was again.
That unreal feeling.
Charlotte, with her eyes misty with tears, lifted her head and noticed that Justin had looked away.
He wasn’t looking at her.
This act made Charlotte feel even more aggrieved.
Could it be because she looked too ugly when she cried?
If Justin knew what was on Charlotte’s mind right now, he would probably feel even more helpless.
Charlotte had intended to push Justin away, but when her palm rested on his chest, she felt the strong heartbeat beneath his skin.
Her movent paused, and then she slowly leaned in toward Justin, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I’m sorry."
Charlotte’s lips quivered as she slowly spoke these three words.
And she could distinctly feel Justin tense up.
"Sorry, I shouldn’t have investigated you on my own," Charlotte said dryly.
After a long ti, Justin’s voice finally ca, low and distant, "Why?"
"I..." Charlotte had intended to tell Justin about Oliver Battleson’s visit to her but then thought about what image Oliver held in Justin’s heart now.
If she kept from Justin the fact that she had t Oliver...
Charlotte clenched her teeth.
So things are better left unknown to Justin.
"Sorry," Charlotte finally spoke out.
"So... you’re not planning to tell ?" Justin clenched his teeth so tightly that even the last word trembled.
And now, Charlotte didn’t know what else she could say to Justin besides I’m sorry.
"I was just investigating so past matters of the Battleson Family, your mother, and also, Battles..."
"Enough!"
Justin abruptly cut off Charlotte’s words, not controlling his volu, which really startled Charlotte.
He naturally knew the na that Charlotte was about to say.
How could he possibly want to hear it?
"Justin, I didn’t an to..." Charlotte shook her head.
Justin, however, placed his hands on Charlotte’s shoulders, and although he lowered his head slightly, he forced her to look into his eyes.
"I’ve already told you very clearly about the past, so don’t investigate any further, got it?"
Justin spoke every word with extre clarity, like nails being hamred into Charlotte’s heart.
"I..." Charlotte barely managed to part her lips, unable to say a word before Justin held her cheeks in his hands.
He tenderly kissed away the tears at the corner of her eyes, light as a feather, causing a ticklish sensation. Charlotte’s long lashes quivered gently, like the wet wings of a butterfly in the pouring rain.
"Charlotte, I will indulge you, but that doesn’t an you can do just anything, do you understand?"
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