"What’s wrong? Are you still feeling unwell? I’ll call the doctor..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Charlotte noticed her hand pulling the quilt was held in the strong grasp of the man. His hand was cool, wrapping her hand with a slightly tingling chill.
Her movents halted, her voice stopped abruptly.
Feeling the constant warmth in her hand, Justin Battleson almost imperceptibly tugged at his lips, whispering softly, " Miss Thompson, in this world, Henry Hudson isn’t the only one who can take a bullet for you."
This was the first ti he spoke with such a soft tone, as fragile as a doll’s. For a brief mont, Charlotte saw a glimpse of Henry in him.
Although their characters were vastly different, in that mont, Charlotte suddenly thought they were quite similar.
She stared blankly as Justin held her hand, a hint of puzzlent flashing in her eyes.
Justin suddenly laughed.
A low, magnetic laughter resonated from his chest. Seeming to experience a mont of pain in his stomach, his brows knitted inconspicuously, and then a relieved smile blood on his face.
He softly continued the second half of the sentence.
"What I an is, I can too."
"If Henry Hudson can risk everything, so can I."
"As long as you’re happy, I can even die; what does an allergic reaction even matter?"
Suddenly, sunlight spilled in from the window, dotting the man’s face like warm specks of light.
Charlotte stared blankly at him, the seriousness on his face was rare, lacking any indication of joking.
Though her mind was buzzing, she realized a tranquil quietness had fallen around them.
The man’s deep, magnetic voice seed to echo by her ear.
"As long as you’re happy, I can even die."
Charlotte raised her eyes, speechless. The inexpressible emotion from deep within her heart overwheld all her senses.
In a daze, a warm sensation filled her eyes. Her tears fell, drop by drop, shattering on the back of their intertwined hands.
Watching her tears, Justin was a little bewildered and tightened his grip on her hand, saying, "Don’t cry. I’m alive and well, aren’t I?"
His comforting voice was childlike in its innocence. A lump ford in Charlotte’s throat and tears cascaded down her face, her slender shoulders trembling. She choked out, "Justin Battleson, why are you such a fool? How can you casually talk about dying?"
What followed was uncontrollable sobbing.
Justin Battleson sighed softly, rubbing her back gently, saying, "Okay, I won’t talk about it anymore."
Applying a bit of force, Charlotte was pulled towards him before she could react. Their faces were only a few centiters apart. Justin lifted his head to wipe away her tears, the corners of his mouth curving upwards.
The mont their lips t, Charlotte’s mind went blank.
The man’s lips were gently taking away all her breaths, rendering her immobile. She just stared blankly at him. It took her a while to react, but she could not bring herself to resist.
Justin still had an IV needle in his hand. If she lifted her hand, it would touch the tube connected to the needle.
Suddenly, a wild thought surged in the depths of Charlotte’s heart.
If she was to fall, she might as well let go this once.
She closed her eyes, not resisting anymore, a hot teardrop rolled down from the corner of her eye.
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