A large portion of Justin Battleson’s left shoulder and hair were wet, and he simply wiped it off with a tissue.
Hearing a sound, he lifted his head slightly, his hand movements pausing, leaving his gaze filled with a touch of bewilderment and confusion.
Charlotte Thompson quickly hid the expression on her face, casually glanced at Justin Battleson, lightly coughed and smiled politely at the corner of her mouth, saying, "It doesn’t matter, since I’m here, could you Mr. Battleson take me in?"
Just as she was about to step forward, she heard Justin Battleson suddenly call her, subconsciously turning her head back, her face filled with a trace of doubt as she looked at him.
Justin Battleson slightly looked down at her, his eyes lazy, but inexplicably soft as moonlight.
The soft lighting from the building spilled onto them, Justin lifted his hand and gently wiped the corner of Charlotte’s mouth with his thumb.
Her warm, soft lips came into contact with the man’s cold fingertips, in a moment that lasted less than a second, but seemed to impart something extra.
Charlotte was stunned, feeling as though a current had just flashed across her lips.
She subconsciously took a step back, clearly feeling her face getting hotter.
She quietly swallowed her saliva, her voice slightly cold, "Mr. Battleson, what are you trying to do?"
Justin Battleson took back the hand that was hanging in the air, gave her an indifferent look.
Then somewhat playfully spoke, "Miss Thompson, now you’re a senior designer and have signed with Vanguard Jewelry, you need to maintain your image."
Charlotte’s eyebrows slightly frowned, confused. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel⚑fire.net
Justin Battleson casually added another sentence, his voice calm and unflustered, "Miss Thompson, you still have cream on your face. It strangely clashes with your personality."
For some reason, faced with such a serious matter, she ended up laughing uncontrollably.
What was she laughing about?
She found it amusing that Justin Battleson thought he knew her well when he didn’t know her at all.
Justin Battleson watched her cover her mouth laughing, it was unexpected, but it made the corners of his mouth uncontrollably lift up a bit.
The two of them just standing there, made for a matchlessly beautiful scene.
When she had finished laughing, Charlotte returned to her previously indifferent and composed look.
She cleared her throat slightly, her voice had a hint of a laugh, but a bit more polite, "Mr. Battleson isn’t planning to stand out here till tomorrow, right?"
"Of course not." The door was opened, with someone respectfully standing by. Justin Battleson nodded slightly, and continued, "Come on."
The interior of the building was luxuriously decorated with bright lights, and the wave of warmth that greeted them dispelled the cold.
What they didn’t know was that just a second before they entered, not too far from the company, a man wearing a duckbill hat and a mask was looking at a photo on his phone with a strange smile on his face.
In the photo on the screen, the man and woman were standing in front of the car, the woman slightly tilting her head, and the man’s hand was on her face.
An angle that was particularly ambiguous for a couple.
He switched to Weibo, messaged the photo to an account.
It wasn’t long before a long post with four photos appeared on Weibo, generating a bombshell.
Engagement began to rise rapidly, pushing towards the trending list, with netizens in the comment section picking up the pace, rapidly dividing into two factions with divergent views.
Some were supporting, others disapproving.