Charlotte Thompson, though she had noticed that Justin Battleson’s mood was off.
"What’s wrong?" Charlotte blinked and asked.
Still, Justin Battleson did not pay any attention to Charlotte. Realizing this, she hooked the seatbelt pressing against her and moved a few inches closer to Justin.
"Is it because of Ryan Richard?"
Suddenly, Justin pressed the brake and pulled over to the roadside.
Charlotte hadn’t anticipated Justin’s movent, and her body lurched forward slightly from inertia.
"You..."
Before she could gather her wits, a searing kiss pressed down on her.
Justin supported himself with one hand on the seat, and with his other hand, he pinched Charlotte’s jaw, forcing her to lift her face.
The kiss fell like a tempest, devoid of any gentleness, almost swallowing Charlotte whole.
Charlotte struggled to keep up, her hand, initially resting on Justin’s chest, kept tightening, crumpling his suit slightly.
Not until she felt the oxygen in her lungs completely depleted, nearly suffocating, did Justin release her.
Charlotte gasped for air, her body weakly leaning on Justin’s supporting arm.
"Did he touch you?"
Justin spoke in a low voice, his eyes dark and brooding, like a wild beast that had been trapped in a cage for too long.
When he thought back to entering the room and seeing Ryan disheveled, a hint of blood appeared in Justin’s eyes.
And before that, that fool was still Charlotte’s boyfriend...
Justin didn’t dare think further; he was afraid he might kill Ryan right then.
Charlotte tilted her head slightly, her throat moving, her eyes misting over, stirring Justin to clench his palm fiercely.
Charlotte barely parted her lips, unable to utter a syllable before being silenced by Justin once more.
"He didn’t touch , I hit him," Charlotte softly wrapped her arms around Justin’s neck, shaking her head at him.
Justin stared into Charlotte’s eyes, silently.
"Really, I hit him hard on the temple with my phone," Charlotte blinked.
"From now on, let handle this kind of thing," Justin murmured deeply.
Whether it was Ryan Richard or the sowhat influential Anne family, Justin didn’t regard them as threats.
"I know, but like the Allen family, these issues concern , and I want to resolve them myself," Charlotte replied.
Charlotte leaned forward, gently pressing her forehead against Justin’s.
"You are soone I can rely on, but I also have my own capabilities to handle so things."
For Charlotte, Justin was her solid support.
Moreover, she didn’t want to bother Justin with these trivial matters.
She wasn’t so caged canary.
Back when she hadn’t acknowledged her lineage, she had created a scene at Emily Allen’s birthday party, let alone now that she had Justin and the Thompson family behind her.
"Won are alright, n are not," Justin stated categorically, leaving no room for negotiation.
Justin knew his possessiveness was strong.
He wished he could keep Charlotte hidden forever in his arms, not even letting others hear her heartbeat.
And today was ridiculous, Charlotte had even played a seductive trick.
"Understood, understood, it won’t happen again."
Charlotte, seeing Justin’s jealous look, couldn’t help but part her lips slightly and kissed his cheek.
But Justin was unsatisfied, showing no intention of letting Charlotte go.
Charlotte’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and finally, she clenched her teeth and moved towards Justin’s lips with a kiss.
"Alright, stop it, let’s head back,"
Charlotte hadn’t forgotten that they were still stopped by the roadside.
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