Charlotte refused to give it any more thought.
She was afraid that she would grow to detest the man standing in front of her even more.
"You can go back first. I will bring Annie to see her later."
Charlotte turned around, not even asking why Oliver Hudson was here. She put her hand on the door handle of the private room, her fingertips touching the cold edge.
"I’m sorry."
Oliver Hudson’s voice ca from behind, causing Charlotte to pause.
"Mr. Hudson, there’s no need for you to say these two words to ."
Saying that, Charlotte opened the door and walked in.
Justin Battleson looked at Oliver Hudson, a hint of helplessness in his calm eyes.
He wanted to say sothing, but in the end felt it was inappropriate. He just patted Oliver Hudson’s arm.
When Justin Battleson entered the private room, the children were enjoying their al.
He also noticed the extra amount of food piled up on Olivia Thompson’s plate.
Olivia Thompson was laughing heartily, on the other hand, Charlotte seed a bit lost in thought.
Justin Battleson filled a bowl of soup for Charlotte, sat down next to her, and touched her cheek lightly.
"Why isn’t little Charlotte Thompson eating? Waiting for to feed you, huh?"
Justin Battleson teasingly whispered into Charlotte’s ear, and saw her cheeks instantly turn a charming shade of red.
She nudged him in the waist with her elbow, throwing him a playful glare.
"What are you talking about, the kids are here."
Looking at Charlotte’s radiant rose-like cheeks, Justin Battleson chuckled in satisfaction and eagerly spooned so soup, carefully extending it towards Charlotte’s mouth.
"Ah...," said Justin Battleson coaxing her to eat.
"Justin Battleson!"
Charlotte lowered her voice but her cheeks were already blushing a deep red, she even noticed Hank Thompson’s gaze from the side.
Hank and Jack bumped elbows, then Hank tapped his chopsticks and turned to Cyrus Thompson.
"Big bro, I can’t reach the food over there. Could you help pick so?"
Cyrus glanced at Hank, taking in his pitiful expression, then ruthlessly refused him.
"Get it yourself."
"So heartless."
Hank Thompson snorted, picking up a piece of at and placing it into Olivia’s bowl.
"Annie, why aren’t you eating?"
"Second bro, I can’t eat anymore." Olivia rubbed her stomach, looking truly stuffed.
"Look how thin you are with not even a bit of flesh on your face."
Hank squeezed Olivia’s cheek, his gaze flicking towards Grace.
"Look at Grace, she can eat so much."
"Second bro, don’t talk nonsense!" Grace shot Hank a furious look, then pulled Olivia into her arms.
"Annie, did you forget what little uncle said today? Second bro’s clothes all look small on him, it seems like he’s gained a lot."
"That’s because I’m growing, OK?" Hank retorted defiantly.
A smile crept onto Grace’s lips as she turned to whisper sothing to Olivia.
Charlotte took in the scene of the children quarreling playfully.
"No need to worry."
Justin Battleson spoke quietly by Charlotte’s side, knowing full well what was on her mind.
Charlotte’s eyes flickered as she looked at the innocent faces of the children. Yet, for so reason, an indescribable bitterness stirred in her heart.
Olivia, Jack, and Chad, all three children had found their families, she wondered how long they could still remain by her side.
"Mommy, this is delicious. You should try it!"
Jack ran over to Charlotte, proudly presenting the food held in his hand.
"Bro! That was clearly my choice." Chad also ca over.
Of course, Hank, sitting with them, didn’t miss the chance to join in on the fun.
Even the typically reserved Cyrus was serving food to Charlotte, becoming sowhat embarrassed when he noticed her looking at him.
Charlotte looked down and smiled.
What was she being so sentintal about?
Wasn’t everything just fine as it was?
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