"He will definitely believe in , and I believe in him just the sa." Charlotte Thompson said firmly.
Looking up at Charlotte Thompson, Annie Anne gave her a smile: "If that’s the case, why are you still lingering here? Hurry up and go back, maybe Justin Battleson is already waiting for you at ho."
"Thank you, Annie."
Charlotte Thompson extended her arms and gave Annie Anne a big hug, saying, "Take good care of yourself."
After patting Annie Anne’s back and giving her another piece of advice, Charlotte Thompson got up and left Annie Anne’s ho.
Watching Charlotte Thompson’s gradually receding figure, the smile that was originally on Annie Anne’s face gradually faded away.
She slowly turned her head and curled up on the sofa.
"Believe..."
Annie Anne murmured these two words and finally let out a light snort from her throat.
...
Outside the villa.
Charlotte Thompson glanced and noticed that there was no light in the villa, which made her heart sink.
It turns out that Justin Battleson hadn’t co back.
Despite thinking this way, Charlotte Thompson still raised her foot and stepped into the room.
Just as Charlotte Thompson had just turned on the living room light and was preparing to hang her jacket on the rack, a voice sounded from not far away.
"Charlotte?"
Charlotte Thompson was startled, and when she turned her head, she saw Justin Battleson sitting upright on the sofa, his face finally breaking into a smile as he looked up at her.
"You are actually at ho!"
Charlotte Thompson looked around sowhat helplessly and asked, "If you’re ho, why didn’t you turn on the lights? Sitting there in the dark..."
Before Charlotte Thompson could finish her words, Justin Battleson rushed towards her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Charlotte, you are back..."
Justin Battleson buried his cheek against Charlotte Thompson’s neck, rubbing it continuously, like a large dog acting coquettishly.
Justin Battleson humd softly by Charlotte Thompson’s ear, continuously calling out her na.
Intense alcohol fus rushed into Charlotte Thompson’s nose with Justin Battleson’s arrival, scrambling to fill her senses.
Charlotte Thompson knitted her brows and pushed Justin Battleson a bit, trying to keep him, reeking of alcohol, a bit further away from herself.
But Justin Battleson was unwilling to let go at all, the more Charlotte Thompson pushed, the tighter he gripped her.
"Charlotte... I know I was wrong, I shouldn’t have treated you like that, don’t push away, I really realize my mistake... I’m really scared... I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want you to just leave suddenly..."
Justin Battleson continued to murmur, his voice becoming increasingly hoarse, and later, Charlotte Thompson could only hear the sound of his breathing by her ear.
"Wife, please don’t leave , okay?" Justin Battleson said softly next to her.
"Justin Battleson, let go first."
Charlotte Thompson patted Justin Battleson’s back, she was becoming a little breathless from the tight embrace.
"I won’t let go, if I do, you’ll leave ."
However, Justin Battleson was visibly confused by now, and no matter what Charlotte Thompson said, he just kept shaking his head.
"If you don’t let go now, you’ll strangle to death."
Charlotte Thompson spoke sowhat exasperatedly, and these words alard Justin Battleson, causing him to spring away from her abruptly.
Justin Battleson watched Charlotte Thompson cautiously and carefully as she stood in front of him, then reached out trying to touch her cheek.
But in the end, he put his hand down and instead chose to hook Charlotte Thompson’s fingers, clutching them in his palm and not letting go.
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