He tightly clenched his hand, subconsciously making a fist, but there was nowhere to exert his strength.
Charlotte Thompson furrowed her eyebrows at the man in front of her. For some reason, after hearing his explanation regarding Evelyn Curtis’s matters, she felt strangely relieved.
"Sophie Allen, I have made it clear. I fully understand everything about Evelyn Curtis now. Why don’t you understand?"
Justin Battleson felt helpless. He didn’t understand why he was standing here.
He didn’t know why he charged into her hotel in anger after seeing the news about her and Adam Ross.
"Now, it’s my turn to ask you. What’s your relationship with Adam Ross?"
Charlotte Thompson sneered at the man in front of her. It was getting more and more interesting.
If Evelyn Curtis knew that the man she tried her best to get close to only cared for her out of guilt, what would she feel?
When this thought struck Charlotte Thompson, she couldn’t help but smile. But after hearing Justin Battleson’s words, she couldn’t help but retort.
"Mr. Battleson, I have explained my relationship with Mr. Ross already. If you’re still confused, I suggest asking him since he’s your friend."
After saying this, Charlotte Thompson tried to get up, hoping to send the man before her away.
The bright light at the moment was blinding.
Perhaps due to the sudden moodiness, Charlotte felt a slight headache.
She needed to find an opportunity to let Justin Battleson leave as soon as possible. If she continued arguing with him, she would probably die of anger.
"Sophie Allen." There was an uncharacteristic seriousness in Justin Battleson’s tone, seemingly laden with some emotions that Charlotte Thompson couldn’t fathom.
But she didn’t have the mood to figure it out anymore. Brow wrinkled, she rubbed her temples, feeling too tired to stand and on the verge of collapse.
However, Justin Battleson’s next words almost had her tripped and fall.
"Would you be my woman?"
Justin Battleson’s eyes softly lingered on the woman before him.
His calm voice echoed in the vast room, striking at Charlotte Thompson’s heart like a rock.
Charlotte Thompson abruptly raised her head, plunging into a realm of profound darkness. Newest update provided by novel★fire.net
The air was dry, and the lights were bright.
Just a few steps separated him from her, yet Charlotte Thompson felt as if she were plunged into a deep, dark abyss.
"What did you say?" Charlotte Thompson asked in a weak voice, feeling her voice turn hoarse, her breath labored.
"Would you be my woman?" Justin Battleson repeated his question calmly.
It was as casual as asking whether they should have dinner together tomorrow.
Charlotte Thompson repressed the urge to slap him.
She took a deep breath, standing before him with a cold smile.
"Mr. Battleson, you really have a good sense of humor."
Narrowing her eyes, Charlotte Thompson felt a small flame rising from inside her heart like it was about to explode its containment.
"Sophie Allen, do you think I’m joking?"
A hint of annoyance marked Justin Battleson’s tone. He had always been proud and never bowed down to anyone, but he had made himself very clear for this woman.
And yet she thought he was joking.
With such a thought, he stepped forward and embraced Charlotte Thompson in his arms. Her body was soft, and with just a little effort, he held her in his embrace.