Adam Ross’ thin lips curled slightly, looking at Charlotte Thompson with a hint of realization, he politely shook his head and said, "I’ve just eaten outside, and I still have things to handle at the company, so I won’t stay for long."
Having said that, he made a clean break, walking past the two and leaving.
Watching the black car driving off, Charlotte looked at Chad Thompson, chuckling lightly, "Chad, Jack, let’s go in."
...
After dinner, Charlotte lounged on the couch. The room was slightly dimly lit. Justin sat down beside her, casually took her hand, and caressed it off and on.
The woman’s hand was pale and soft, irresistibly enticing to the touch.
Charlotte wrinkled her nose, and with a slightly annoyed sound, she pulled her hand out, her gaze unintentionally catching the two children at the end of the sofa.
Chad and Jack were ostensibly focused on the TV screen, but it was clear that their minds were not really on the program.
After a few seconds, Chad pursed his lips, reaching out to grab a cup from the table. Just then, his hand trembled and the cup slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.
With a loud clatter, the cup shattered, fragnts scattering on the floor.
Heart leaping, Charlotte quickly got up, rushing forward in two steps to kneel down in front of Chad, nervously inspecting his hand.
"Is everything okay, Chad? Did you get hurt anywhere?"
At her words, Chad hesitated, looking down at her for a mont before shaking his head and murmuring, "No."
Charlotte furrowed her brow.
She knew her children better than anyone else. She could guess, by their gloomy appearances, that Chad and Jack must have sothing on their minds.
What could it be, though?
A flicker of concern crossed her gaze as she sat next to Chad, delicately looking into his amber eyes and asked softly, "Sweetheart, do you want to tell mommy what’s up with you and Jack?"
From the mont they returned, both children had been unusually distracted.
Hearing this, Chad seed torn between speaking or remaining silent. In the end, he shook his head, his long eyelashes casting shadows over his eyes. There was a heavy look in his eyes as he murmured, "Mommy, we are fine."
Sighing, Charlotte reached out and gently touched Chad’s fluffy little head. She then turned and squeezed Jack’s soft little cheeks and said softly, "Go to bed, I’ll clean up."
At her words, both children obediently stood up and walked with hung heads towards their room.
Jordan Thompson went to bed early after dinner, Cyrus was playing in his room with Hank, and Grace, clutching her stuffed bear, excitedly ran into her room.
Only Charlotte and Justin remained in the living room.
Charlotte knit her brows, looking confused, "Ever since Chad and Jack returned with Mr. Ross, they’ve been like this. I don’t know what happened."
As she spoke, she bent down to pick up the shards of glass scattered on the floor.
Before she could touch them, her hand was gently pushed aside by another.
The man squatted down leisurely and started to pick up the pieces, throwing them into the trash can. After so thought, he suggested, "Well, maybe we can ask Adam about what happened?"
Upon seeing his action, a trace of tenderness flashed in Charlotte’s eyes. She nodded slightly, picked up her phone from the side of the couch.
After unlocking it, she scrolled down to Adam’s number and sent him a ssage.
"Are you free tomorrow? Let’s et."
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