Saying this, Charlotte glanced at her wristwatch.
At this ti, Justin Battleson should be in the office.
Thinking this, Charlotte headed towards Justin Battleson’s office, and only after knocking and hearing a response from inside did she enter.
Unexpectedly, Justin Battleson was on the phone. Seeing Charlotte enter, he gestured for her to sit down beside him.
Charlotte felt a bit annoyed upon seeing this; why hadn’t Michael Richard reminded her just now when they were outside that Justin was busy.
However, it wasn’t long before Justin hung up the phone. Seeing this, Charlotte got up and walked towards him.
"Sorry, did I disturb you?" Charlotte’s expression carried a hint of apology.
But Justin’s lips curved into a helpless smile, and he stretched out his hand to pull Charlotte into his embrace, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Charlotte..."
Justin’s voice sounded a bit muffled as he softly called Charlotte’s na.
This response made Charlotte pause for a mont: "Justin, has sothing happened?"
Justin then wrapped his arms tighter, drawing Charlotte closer to himself.
"It’s nothing, I just wanted to hold you," Justin murmured.
But this behavior was clearly unlike Justin’s usual deanor. Charlotte patted his chest with her hand, sowhat puzzled, and asked, "Justin, what really happened? Can’t you tell ?"
Could it be a problem at work?
Charlotte’s mind began to race.
But in the next second, Justin, with both hands, abruptly lifted Charlotte onto his desk, a move so sudden that Charlotte exclaid, involuntarily placing her hands on Justin’s shoulders.
Justin then positioned his arms around Charlotte, leaning forward so that their gazes were aligned.
"What’s really going on?" Concerned, Charlotte even furrowed her brows.
Noticing Charlotte’s current emotion, Justin cracked a small smile: "Guess who just called ?"
Since Justin asked this question this way, it implied that it wasn’t about work.
Charlotte pondered for a mont, then her face showed a sudden realization, and her pupils dilated uncontrollably.
"Don’t tell the person who just called you was..."
Although Charlotte didn’t finish her sentence, the two shared an understanding, and Justin had already grasped what Charlotte wanted to say.
Justin cleared his throat gently, and spoke softly to Charlotte: "What should we do, Charlotte, should we elope?"
The call had indeed been from mbers of the Thompson Family, and Justin had also learned that Mr. Thompson had arrived.
Justin wasn’t afraid of the Thompson family mbers; he was just taken aback that Mr. Thompson had co so unexpectedly, disrupting his plans.
He had intended to handle the company’s affairs first and then travel with Charlotte to Ashton to visit the Thompson family, to et Mr. Thompson personally.
Now, that’s great, skipping all the lengthy preparations.
Hearing Justin’s words, Charlotte pushed his arms away sowhat helplessly.
"You’re still thinking about eloping, do you want to make my grandfather even angrier?"
Their reunification had always been opposed by Mr. Thompson.
If they really followed Justin’s words and secretly avoided Mr. Thompson, it might just infuriate Mr. Thompson to no end.
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