Besides, to further convince Justin Battleson, Charlotte Thompson forced herself to take a few more bites.
Her usually rosy face looked utterly pale today.
"If it’s delicious, eat more. This fennel pork is also not bad, why don’t you try it?"
Upon hearing Justin’s words, Charlotte cursed him in her heart.
He was doing this on purpose!
What a fox-like cunning man!
Knowing that Sophie Allen hated fennel, he purposefully pushed the big plateful of it towards her.
If she didn’t eat it, then that would confirm everything.
Charlotte dithered, her chopsticks suspended in mid-air.
After some struggle, Charlotte picked up a piece of pork and put it into her mouth.
She held her breath and chewed it, finding it so disgusting that she wanted to retch.
The sharp tips of her nails dug into her palm, and successfully held back her gag reflex.
Seeing her distressed face, Justin, feeling slightly guilty, put some of his dishes on her plate and didn’t give her a hard time anymore.
"Actually, I didn’t ask you here to discuss work, but there’s something I want to ask you." Justin finally came to the point.
The moment of reckoning had arrived. Charlotte slowly sat up straight; this time, she couldn’t let herself fall into a trap.
"I feel like you resemble someone I know." As soon as he said that, Justin realized that his expression was incorrect and corrected, "Not just resemble, you’re exactly the same."
"But I’ve had no news from her for many years. Do you know Sophie Allen?"
After a pause, Justin asked the question indirectly.
Charlotte knew Justin would suspect her because of her similar appearance. He had suspected the same thing at the auction last time, hadn’t he?
"Sophie Allen? Mr. Battleson, you said the same thing at the auction last time."
"Unfortunately, I’m sorry, but I don’t know anyone named Sophie Allen."
With a serious expression and wide, innocent eyes, Charlotte calmly replied.
However, her fingers tightened around her purse until they turned pale, which she didn’t even notice.
The name Sophie Allen belonged to her past and brought back unbearable memories.
Every time someone mentioned it, there was a flutter in her heart.
Justin’s sharp gaze was fixed upon her as though trying to read her.
Unfortunately, it was no avail because Charlotte was really good at hiding her feelings.
"You’ve been looking for her for so many years, Mr. Battleson. Who is this Miss Allen to you? Does she hold any special significance?"
Charlotte asked gently.
She admitted that she did this on purpose.
She had her own little thoughts. She wanted to know what Sophie Allen meant to Justin Battleson.
"She’s my ex-wife." A hint of unnamed sadness flashed through Justin’s eyes.
These four simple words stirred up a wave of emotions in both their hearts.
Especially Charlotte, who was taken aback by the word "ex-wife," she forced herself to appear calm. Official source is novel{f}ire.net
The clutch in her hand wrinkled under her constant clenching, any more force and she’d puncture it with her nails.
Charlotte began to doubt herself. Had she seen wrong?
Did Justin actually show... sadness in his gaze?
Wasn’t it him who wanted the divorce back then?
Why was he... feeling sad?
In his heart, Sophie Allen was legally his ex-wife.
But... what about emotionally?
Emotionally, what did Sophie Allen mean to him?
There was a tinge of unwillingness and impatience in Charlotte. She wanted to ask Justin directly.
But in the end, reason prevailed over emotion.