Charlotte Thompson gave a gentle cough, straightened her body, the lingering warmth finally fading from her face. She looked at the man who was extrely close to her, feeling a little awkward as she coughed again.
Her delicate, boneless hand ford a fist, gently rubbing at her lips. As if recalling sothing, she turned to look at Justin Battleson, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "Shouldn’t you be in the conference room for a eting at this ti?"
The company had a daily eting every noon to report work progress to the President or present new suggestions, usually convened by Justin Battleson personally.
She didn’t expect Charlotte to rember this.
Justin Battleson’s lips curled up, tenderness filling his eyes. He couldn’t help but lift his hand, gently tousling her hair. He caught her confused gaze, saying, "How did you beco so naive after starting a relationship?"
Charlotte: "..."
He paused slightly, looked at the wall clock, and continued smiling, "There’s still half an hour before the regular eting begins."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte nodded.
Seemingly recalling sothing, the man suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"
It was noon, and the Design Departnt’s small eting had been going on for several hours. Minister Clarkson’s approach seriously broke the company’s rules, so it was only natural to fire her.
The result of having a eting for several hours was that she hadn’t eaten lunch yet.
Charlotte shook her head, a little embarrassed. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a knock at the door, her gaze instinctively turned to Justin Battleson.
As expected, his lips curled into a knowing smile. He softly said, "Co in."
The door was pushed open. Looking up, Charlotte saw Michael Richard, looking weary but carrying lunch bags in his hands.
Michael Richard looked distressed, but was still trying to force a smile. He placed the lunch bags on Charlotte’s desk, his gaze lingering on her for a second.
With a seemingly subtle look in his eyes, Michael Richard turned to Justin Battleson and said, "Mr. President, I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave."
Hearing this, Justin Battleson rely nodded, watching as he left.
It was only when Michael Richard had fully disappeared from the doorway that Charlotte gave a wry smile. She looked at the steaming hot lunch in front of her, and Justin’s unsurprised expression, sighing helplessly, "Did you make Mr. Richard go buy lunch again?"
It was the sa the last ti. She always felt that Michael Richard appeared to be rushing over in a hurry, giving others an image of being weary.
At Charlotte’s words, Justin Battleson just shrugged indifferently, "His daily runs are good for his health... Co, open your mouth."
Charlotte helplessly opened her mouth, and within a few seconds, a warm pancake was placed into her mouth. The taste of the scallions was the first to spread in her mouth, making her mouth water.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
This taste of the pancake was too familiar, it was the sa taste of the pancake she used to buy downstairs of her apartnt every day.
The pancake shop was downstairs of the apartnt, which ans, did Justin Battleson specially instruct Michael Richard to go there to buy it?
Feeling a strange sensation rising in her heart, Charlotte swallowed a mouthful of the pancake.
Even though it was savory, she managed to taste a hint of sweetness.
By the ti she finished eating, it was ti for the regular eting. Charlotte wiped her mouth, preparing to go to her own office chair.
Noticing her movents, the man beside her suddenly reached out to stop her, saying, "Leave the design draft for now. From today onwards, you’ll co to the regular etings with , no need to go to the separate etings in the Design Departnt."
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