Michael Richard, who is currently working in the office, suddenly sneezed.
Just as he was about to take a sip of water, he received a ssage from Mr. Battleson.
"No need to go through all that trouble, I’ll just cook them so noodles."
Charlotte went to the kitchen after resolving the conflicts between Jack Thompson, Cyrus Thompson, and Chad Thompson, allowing them to return to their rooms to calm down.
Now, only Charlotte and Justin were left in the living room. The warm sunlight seed to clear up the dense fog of the city, and the warmth perated the room, putting Charlotte in an excellent mood.
But the sight of Justin’s dark gaze made her feel sowhat uneasy.
"I... I’m going to boil noodles. Wait a mont."
Before she could even step away, Justin took hold of her wrist and leaned towards her. The closeness took Charlotte by surprise. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in her ears. She widened her eyes, forgetting to struggle.
"You..."
"Charlotte, I..."
Just as Justin was about to speak, he noticed the sound of the door opening.
Charlotte instinctively stepped back, an unnatural flush rising to her cheeks. She coughed lightly and turned to look at the opened room door.
"Mommy, the brothers said they are hungry. What are we going to eat?"
Grace opened her eyes wide, innocently looking at the two people in the room who were in an awkward atmosphere, and asked in a gentle voice.
"Mommy will cook noodles for you."
"But Mommy, Chad said he wants sothing different." Grace tilted her head, blinking her big eyes, and spoke word by word.
"I asked Uncle Richard to buy you sothing delicious. It will be delivered soon."
Justin looked deeply at Charlotte who was in front of him. He responded with a faint smile, his voice unusually gentle.
"Really?" Grace giggled, unable to hide the joy on her face, but she still sneaked a peek at Charlotte.
Seeing that Charlotte didn’t refuse, she nodded her head quickly with happiness and said, "Thank you, Daddy."
Grace smiled sweetly, her eyes curving in delight, looking just like her mother, Charlotte.
"Go back in, your mommy and I have sothing to talk about."
Justin’s lips curved up into a smile, he gently ran his hand through Grace’s hair, a look of indulgence on his face.
"Charlotte, now you won’t have to cook noodles. How about spending so ti chatting with ?"
Justin watched as Grace cheerfully ran back to her room. He then turned to face Charlotte. His eyes reflected a hint of anger.
"Justin, don’t go too far."
Charlotte couldn’t help but sneer. Her clear eyes seed like a bright lake.
A feeling of irritation crept into Justin’s heart. He pursed his lips and was about to reach for Charlotte’s hand when he was interrupted by a knock on the door. His brows furrowed in annoyance. Charlotte, however, appeared relieved and ran to open the door.
"Michael Richard?"
Charlotte smiled but imdiately frowned upon seeing all the packages in his hands. She quickly went forward to help.
"Why are you carrying so much stuff?"
Michael glanced at Charlotte’s outstretched hand, hesitated for a mont, and was about to pass his stuff over when he suddenly pulled back.
"No... it’s okay..."
Charlotte looked at Michael strangely, puzzled by his sudden movent. But following his gaze, she caught on to the anomaly.
She spotted Justin’s icy gaze akin to a sharp blade. Charlotte couldn’t help but purse her lips and her heart thumped anxiously.
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