His lips moved slightly and his eyes were fixed tightly on Charlotte Thompson. A deep voice emanated from Justin Battleson.
"I want to ask, are you Sophie Allen, or do you know who Sophie Allen is, what is your relationship with Sophie Allen?"
As soon as the words dropped, a tremor ford in Charlotte’s heart.
She blinked, slowly eting the man’s gaze.
Her rosy lips parted: "Mr. Battleson, if my understanding is not wrong, these are three different questions."
A hint of mockery subtly laced Charlotte’s tone.
Hearing this, Justin closed his eyes, replying, "It’s not important now."
Charlotte had never heard him speak with this tone before, not even during their reunion five years later, nor during the ti they were bound by marriage five years previously.
This was undoubtedly shocking for her.
She concealed the stirring emotions rising from the depths of her heart, her moist red lips curling into a slight smile.
"I can answer your questions, but before that, I would like to know who this Sophie Allen you speak of, actually is?"
She then added another sentence: "Exactly what kind of person left such a deep impression, that I resemble her closely enough you can’t let it go."
Silence ensued. She clearly saw a flicker of reminiscence passing the depths of the man’s pupils, as Justin’s fingers curled slightly, trembling unnoticeably.
Charlotte’s heart fluttered lightly; was the man in front of her still Justin?
Has it really co to the point where there isn’t any feelings left for Sophie Allen?
Charlotte watched him intently until he parted his thin lips, uttering two words.
"Ex-wife."
She didn’t know why, but hearing these two words suddenly made her want to laugh.
She lifted her face, her gaze glittering with an icy chill.
"I can definitively tell you, I am not Sophie Allen, and I have never known a Sophie Allen. I certainly wouldn’t have any connection with soone called Sophie Allen."
She paused, continuing to say: "Nobody set a rule saying that people with the sa character in their nas must know each other. I am myself, she is herself, likewise, Charlotte can never beco Sophie."
Justin stared intently at her, wishing to find so hints of untruth from her face.
However, the result was disappointing.
Her face was filled with an elegantly composed smile, her voice calm and unruffled.
Charlotte’s words sounded as if they were describing a matter completely unrelated to her.
For a mont, Justin began to waver.
What if Charlotte... really wasn’t Sophie Allen, as she claid?
Charlotte carelessly uncrossed her legs, speaking again: "If I’m not mistaken, this isn’t the first ti you’ve asked this question, Mr. Battleson."
The sun was high in the sky, sunlight flooding through the window, dancing on the cool-colored curtains. Despite the sunny room, the atmosphere suddenly beca a little stiff.
Charlotte lazily lifted her eyes, "Mr. Battleson, as you’ve said, Miss Allen is your ex-wife, and you have legally dissolved your marriage with her. Since there is now no link between you, why are you still dwelling on her?"
Her words hit hard.
Having played in the comrcial circles for many years, Justin Battleson’s thods were ruthless, and his mind was undoubtedly sharp.
But now, he was suddenly feeling lost.
Sophie Allen is your ex-wife, she has legally dissolved your marriage with her...
No strings attached...
However, five years ago, standing in front of the Civil Affairs Bureau with Sophie Allen, he didn’t really want to divorce.
But he did not know for what reason.
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