Annie Anne squatted down with a sowhat awkward expression, pinching her left wrist, and said to Charlotte Thompson with a hint of apology: "Sorry, I didn’t hold it steady just now."
Quickly, Annie Anne picked up the tomato that had rolled to the side, and after tidying up the other things, she returned to the sink to wash them.
However, Charlotte Thompson, with her keen eyes, noticed that originally when Annie Anne stood up, she intended to use her left hand to carry the filter tray, but after her brow furrowed slightly, she switched to the other hand.
Charlotte Thompson looked at Annie Anne with deep aning. She wanted to say sothing but swallowed the words.
The mishap that happened was just a trivial matter; it didn’t occur again. Charlotte Thompson and Annie Anne worked in a division of labor, quickly preparing quite a few dishes.
During this ti, several little ones secretly sneaked into the kitchen, seemingly wanting to sneak so food.
After all, they hadn’t had Charlotte Thompson’s cooking for a long ti.
The dinner was naturally a joyous affair. Afterwards, Annie Anne stayed a while longer to accompany the children, and as the sky outside grew late, she left together with Oliver Hudson.
She also listened to Charlotte Thompson’s words and used the weekend when Olivia Thompson didn’t go to kindergarten to take her back.
Soon, Charlotte Thompson coaxed the children to sleep and finally returned to her room.
Perhaps it had been a long ti since she had chatted with Annie Anne for so long; at this mont, Charlotte Thompson was in a very good mood.
"Are the children asleep?"
Just finished with her bath, Charlotte Thompson sat on the bed while Justin Battleson helped blow-dry her hair.
The warm wind brushed her cheeks, and Charlotte Thompson lazily narrowed her eyes comfortably, her voice languid: "Yes, little Hank was just telling he couldn’t sleep a second ago, yet he closed his eyes and fell asleep faster than anyone."
Fingers ran through Charlotte Thompson’s soft hair, Justin Battleson chuckled lightly, turned off the hairdryer, and placed it aside, seemingly recalling sothing that made his expression montarily stunned.
"By the way, I heard from Annie Anne that you’re going to act in a film crew?"
Due to their position, Charlotte Thompson naturally rested her head against Justin Battleson’s abdon, slightly tilting her face to look at him.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you about this; I’m just going as an extra, not really acting. I’m just a bit worried about Annie Anne and also..."
Charlotte Thompson paused here, then turned to face Justin Battleson, straightening her posture slightly.
"And also, I want to investigate Riley Thompson."
Hearing Riley Thompson’s na, Justin Battleson’s brow twitched.
Breathing out slowly, Charlotte Thompson hesitated and then decided to share all her inner suspicions with Justin Battleson.
Only after listening to Charlotte Thompson voice her suspicion that Riley Thompson and Evelyn Curtis might be the sa person did Justin Battleson’s expression beco sowhat intriguing.
Charlotte Thompson, who had been analyzing, found herself puzzled when Justin Battleson did not respond after speaking; she looked up only to see the irritation in his eyes.
Shortly afterwards, Justin Battleson leisurely spoke: "Enough."
The two words made Charlotte Thompson pause slightly, her palm hanging by her side silently tightening.
Charlotte Thompson wondered if what she just said had upset Justin Battleson.
Rembering how Justin Battleson indeed "was together" with Evelyn Curtis for a period of ti, and even helped her into the entertainnt industry, elevating her to a top star...
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