After coaxing the children to sleep, Charlotte Thompson sat at her desk, looking at the docunts in front of her.
The recent unusual behaviour of Cyrus had puzzled her. She couldn’t figure out why.
Seeing the children sleep soundly, she instructed Jack Bryant to stand guard at the door to prevent anyone from coming in.
By the ti Justin Battleson arrived, it was dusk, the clouds dyed pink, appearing quite beautiful.
"I want to see Charlotte."
Seeing Jack Bryant, who stood at the door like a guardian deity, Justin’s face darkened a bit, and his eyes revealed impatience.
"I’m sorry, Miss Thompson is busy and can’t see anyone right now."
Justin Battleson’s face darkened. He fixed a look at the man in front of him, as if rembering sothing, he smirked.
"I am her boss, keeping waiting won’t do you any good."
Jack Bryant turned a deaf ear to his words, looking off into the distance, as if he didn’t wish to see Justin Battleson at all. Justin Battleson’s face showed signs of impatience. His eyebrows knitted together, lips slightly pursed.
"I’m sorry, even being her father won’t help."
Justin Battleson’s eyes narrowed, seemingly angered by his words. A wave of rage rose in his chest. He clenched his hand into a fist.
"I’ll give you one more chance. Think carefully about how you want to address ."
Jack Bryant was usually obedient to Charlotte’s instructions. He took no heed of Justin Battleson’s provocation.
"I’m sorry, you should leave."
Justin Battleson’s face darkened, his voice cold and detached.
"Please tell Charlotte. If she refuses to see , I have many ways to make her do so, including taking back custody of the children."
Justin Battleson’s eyes turned darker, his voice like the slow draw of a cello, carrying a hue of provocation.
Jack Bryant felt a flash of anxiety. Knowing Charlotte’s affection for the children, he went into the room to inform her.
"What did you say?"
Charlotte Thompson’s face showed signs of worry. Her beautiful eyebrows revealed restlessness. She clutched the pen in her hands tightly.
Jack Bryant repeated Justin’s words, and a wave of uneasiness crossed Charlotte’s heart.
She thought of Cyrus’s unusual behavior today. Could it be that the person Cyrus went to et today was Justin Battleson?
Charlotte looked a bit panicked. She quickly grabbed Jack Bryant’s hand, asking him to watch the children well, and then she hurriedly went out.
Sure enough, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Justin’s handso face looking casual as ever. Charlotte’s eyebrows showed a hint of annoyance, she coldly walked up to Justin Battleson.
"What brings Mr. Battleson here today?"
Justin Battleson’s face softened a bit. He slightly lifted his eyebrows, and an unexplained emotion flickered in his eyes.
"I ca to see you." His tone carried an inexplicable ambiguity, as if he was deliberately teasing Charlotte, as if teasing a kitten.
"Looking for ?" Charlotte raised an eyebrow, a trace of disdain on her lips,
Her clear and bright eyes stared as if looking at a stranger.
"Mr. Battleson, stop joking. What value could I have that you would co looking for ? I am busy, you should leave."
"Heh..." Justin Battleson’s eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked at Charlotte, and his charming voice let out a faint, soft laugh.
Justin Battleson gently stretched out his hand, pinched Charlotte’s delicate chin, forcing her to look up at him.
In Charlotte’s clear, bright eyes, as innocent as a fawn’s, Justin Battleson saw his own face, slightly annoyed.
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