Charlotte was in so much pain that she couldn’t even speak. She just instinctively pointed at her ankle, which was starting to reddish and swell slowly.
Justin Battleson’s face darkened slightly. He freed up one hand to gently touch Charlotte’s ankle.
The cool touch against her blazingly painful ankle caused Charlotte to reflexively withdraw her foot, which lead to another bout of pain.
"Don’t move," Justin Battleson instructed, looking at her ankle in the light from a street lamp. It was slightly red and swollen, and his gaze deepened. "It’s okay, so dicated wine should help."
He looked at her and softly asked, "Can you stand?"
Upon hearing this, Charlotte hesitated for a mont. However, seconds later, she nodded firmly and answered, "I can."
Once Charlotte finished speaking, Justin understood and aided her to stand. Charlotte bore the pain and leaned heavily on Justin, then limped to sit down on a cool bench under the apartnt building.
Justin Battleson maintained his stoic gaze. He sat beside her, bent slightly, and without any explanation, lifted Charlotte’s ankle onto his own lap.
Seeing this, Charlotte was sowhat taken aback. After a futile struggle, she let him be.
The man’s cold hand carefully covered her foot, his movents were extrely careful, just as if he was dealing with a rare treasure.
Henry Hudson’s words echoed in her ears, and Charlotte’s gaze beca serious. An indescribable feeling surged in her heart.
Could she... really give it a try?
A sudden pang of pain in her ankle pulled her away from her thoughts, and she grunted, instinctively retracting her foot slightly.
Justin Battleson looked at her reflexively but didn’t say anything, softening his grip instead.
Only when the pain in her ankle subsided slightly did he let go of her ankle.
As she put on her shoes, sothing seed to occur to Justin Battleson. He got up from the chair and said to Charlotte, "Wait for here, I have sothing for the children."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte raised her head in confusion. Before she could say anything, she saw the man turn and walk towards where the car was parked, opening the car door in the light of the street lamp.
He seed to be searching for sothing in the car. Charlotte saw him erge with sothing in his hands, quickly moving towards her.
As he got closer and closer, Charlotte got a clear look and was montarily stunned.
"Why did you buy these things?" She asked.
Hearing her question, Justin Battleson looked at what he was carrying and his face showed a slightly embarrassed expression. He said, "Grace likes them."
Indeed.
Charlotte’s lips twitched, but unconsciously softened her expression.
A nearly half-person-high stuffed teddy bear. Grace didn’t like much else, but she had a soft spot for Barbie dolls and stuffed toys.
But seeing Justin Battleson carry these things seed remarkably incongruous with his overall deanor.
Justin Battleson coughed lightly, seeming sowhat awkward. "I picked it out myself, I don’t know if she’ll like it," he said.
Charlotte couldn’t help but smile. She sighed inwardly. She understood now, Justin Battleson wasn’t just trying to keep her around; as the children’s biological father, he loved his flesh and blood more.
But what Charlotte couldn’t imagine was that a man who’d lived a life of luxury, spending money like water, would go to a toy market to personally pick out a stuffed bear.
Charlotte held back her laughter, and took a close look at the teddy bear.
It was white all over, with two adorable blushes on its cheeks and fluffy ears tinged with pink.
It was cute and filled with a girlish charm.
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