Adam Ross’s eyes were frivolous, but Charlotte Thompson saw a degree of resolution in them.
Either he was hiding it too deeply, or he was unaware of the matter.
Untroubled by his denial, Charlotte adjusted her mindset, ready to pursue the subject while it was still fresh and gain a deeper understanding.
"So..." Her words were cut off by a voice familiar deep down in her heart.
She looked up to see that very familiar face, his gaze sweeping over them.
"What are you two doing?" Justin Battleson appeared behind them like a man who had just busted his wife cheating.
His face was dark, verging on green, clearly dissatisfied with their late-night, man-to-woman conversation.
Originally, Justin had also come to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but instead, he saw two familiar figures from a distance.
Under the dim, ambiguous light, the two were so close that they almost appeared to be kissing from Justin’s perspective.
So he quickly strode over to stop them; his heart was about to leap out of his chest. Updates are released by novęlfire.net
With a shrug, under Justin’s gaze, Adam reluctantly distanced himself from Charlotte.
He could already sense Justin’s icy aura, his gaze as if he were about to tear Adam to pieces.
Conscience be my witness, they had done absolutely nothing. Adam almost raised his hand to swear it.
The blaring music was deafening. He was only standing so close to Charlotte so that she could hear him clearly—nothing more.
Seeing Justin’s expression, Adam felt a streak of wicked joy. It had been a while since he’d seen Justin in this state.
"Justin, I was just chatting with a beauty. Surely you’re not going to interfere with that too?"
The corners of his lips hooked into an alluring smile. His already enchanting appearance further amplified its charm.
Under regular circumstances, who Adam Ross chose to chat with was none of Justin Battleson’s business.
But this time it was different. Charlotte Thompson was not someone he could simply touch.
He shot Adam a warning look; given Charlotte and Sophie Allen’s striking similarity, there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed.
Catching his gaze, a cryptic smile appeared on Adam’s face which then drifted off, pretending to ignore Justin’s warning.
"Come with me." Without a word more, he pulled Charlotte Thompson up by her slender arm and led her away.
The burning heat from his palm spread all over her body, causing her to tremble slightly. Her heart lit up with a burning sensation.
Despite her feelings for him, she resisted, struggling to free herself from his restraint. She was about to voice her refusal when...
"Justin, what are you doing? She was the one I spotted first." Adam, not waiting for Charlotte to speak, stopped him in his tracks.
In stark contrast to Justin’s warmth, his hand felt somewhat cold.
Caught between the conflicting sensations of hot and cold, the moment Adam grabbed Charlotte’s hand made her experience a world of icy and fiery extremes.
"Adam, you should know what I mean?" He uttered in an obscure way, word by word.
Yet Adam decided to feign ignorance, holding onto Charlotte’s hand without letting go. His face was serious to the point of being terrifying.
Being tugged back and forth between the two of them was making Charlotte’s head spin. The blaring music made it even harder for her to calm down and think of a strategy.
With a ghostly pale face, she let them yank her back and forth like in a game of tug-of-war, swaying from side to side with their movements.
She had never felt such despair before. How was she supposed to make a choice?
On the one hand, there was Justin Battleson, who appeared to be her accidental lover, and on the other, Adam Ross, who seemed to be the father of her twin sister.
"You guys let go of me, I am not anyone’s possession, I have the right to choose."
Despite her struggle to break free from their constraints, their grip on her was solid, binding her hand just like a handcuff.