He gently sniffed the unique scent of rose dew on her, and for a moment, Justin Battleson felt his restless mood improve significantly.
"What are you doing?" Charlotte Thompson snapped back to reality from her trance, instinctively pushing the man away.
The man’s scent of minty tobacco invaded her nose, causing her a moment of stupefaction as if she was unaware of it.
"Let go of me, Justin Battleson let go!"
Justin ignored her and held her even tighter.
He forced the woman in front of him to look into his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of resolute determination.
"Actually, from five years ago, I felt you were a special girl, so I’ve always had sincere feelings for you. At first, I thought it was an illusion."
Charlotte struggled hard to break free from Justin’s embrace, her face flushed.
Her eyes were bright, and as she glared at the man in front of her, she felt her rage about to consume her.
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Charlotte took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
The bright light made her face appear pale.
But her eyes were clear. Inside them was a hint of mist, yet she stubbornly continued.
"Firstly, I’m not some casual woman you speak of, and secondly, even if you want to find a girlfriend, it’s impossible for it to be me. Wouldn’t it break your heart if Miss Curtis finds out about your intentions?"
"I remember Miss Curtis may not be that important to you, but you are as precious to her as the stars in the sky."
Charlotte finished her long speech in one breath, her tone frustrated. However, she noticed a slight change in the man’s expression.
Charlotte wasn’t willing to delve into what that change was. Many things were overwhelming her all at once, leaving her feeling suffocated.
"Justin Battleson, I’m telling you, if you don’t leave, I’m going to call the police."
Charlotte could still recall how, five years ago, Justin Battleson had contemptuously disregarded her, treating her as though she was a mere plaything.
Right now, she felt confused as though she was caught in a vortex.
It kept pulling her in, making her lose the ability to discern right from wrong.
Perhaps deterred by her harsh tone, Justin Battleson paused for a moment before ultimately leaving the hotel in silence.
The emptiness of the room left Charlotte alone, curled up quietly on the floor.
She curled up like a ball, various images flashing across her mind, resulting in a sleepless night.
The next morning, Charlotte was woken by the very noisy ring of her phone.
After a sleepless night, Charlotte felt very tired.
But knowing that she had a lot to handle that day, she reluctantly picked up the phone.
"Oh my God, Sister Charlotte, why are you still sleeping? Look at the time, the company’s scheduled meeting is about to start."
The exaggerated voice on the other end of the phone was Coco’s, and Charlotte suddenly felt the urge not to go to the office.
The events of last night played back in her mind, paralyzing her thoughts.
She tugged at her messy hair, sighed, and eventually got up and headed towards the bathroom.