When leaving the Riley Group building, the rain had finally stopped, leaving a faint smell of rainwater in the air.
This strange scent is reminiscent of the earthy smell from the country lanes of my childhood, seeping into the heart after a rain shower.
I thought I would never be able to smell this comforting scent again. Today somehow feels like a dream come true.
Justin Battleson insisted on taking Charlotte Thompson home, Charlotte objected repeatedly, but eventually had to compromise.
She watched as Justin opened the car door in a gentlemanly and elegant manner, gesturing for her to get in.
Hesitant, Charlotte was left with no choice but to go in.
The car was warm, with dim yellow lights turned on.
Justin got in the car and shut the door with a "thud", creating an atmosphere of unspoken intimacy.
Perhaps due to the warmth, Charlotte’s face started heating up rapidly, and her heartbeat accelerated without her realizing it.
Charlotte wound down the window, greedily inhaling the fresh air outside.
The two of them sat silently in the car, and somehow, flashes of what had occurred in the restaurant filled her mind.
Justin wiping her mouth seemed like a move he had mastered after countless repetitions.
Not only then, but also his behavior outside the building gave the impression of two lovers at the apex of intimacy.
Thoughts like these only served to heighten Charlotte’s blush.
Barely acknowledging the heat, she casually touched her burning cheeks, the coldness of her hand slightly easing her discomfort.
Her heart missed a beat, and her gaze turned somewhat vacant, quickly followed by shock.
Why on earth was she thinking about all this?
She suddenly couldn’t see herself clearly anymore.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to calm her racing heart.
She knew very well that all of this was just the normal reaction to intimate contact between two people of opposite genders.
She was Charlotte Thompson, not Sophie Allen.
A heart that had never been stirred before shouldn’t be stirred now.
The ride seemed endless, and it wasn’t until the car smoothly pulled to stop that Charlotte, who was dozing off, straightened up.
She had unconsciously found Justin reliable enough to fall asleep in his car!
But realizing this, she understood the danger!
Her face was still slightly hot, and she hurriedly opened the door, hastily getting out as if escaping.
Justin watched her frantic movements, seemingly unable to speak.
"I’ll pick you up tomorrow..."
Charlotte’s mind was buzzing, she hardly heard what he was saying, only interjected: "Thank you, Mr. Battleson. It’s getting late, you should head back."
With that said, she turned on her heels, her high-heeled shoes tapping on the floor and waking up the sound-activated lights downstairs.
She walked along the fickle path of light that danced on the ground, taking one step at a time as a rose among thorns.
"Sigh, this light. I have to get someone to fix it." she murmured softly.
The man’s gaze lingered on her with a complex and subtle expression, until her graceful silhouette disappeared behind the closing front door. The rightful source is novel·fire.net
The weather warmed gradually, the faint sunlight permeating through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the ground.
Charlotte rubbed her groggy eyes, turning over to grab the constantly buzzing phone on her bedside table, her voice carrying a hint of disruption to her sweet dreams.
She lazily answered without looking, "Hello?"
The woman who had not yet fully awoken, softened her voice incredibly swiftly the moment she heard the man on the other end.