As Justin stated, he stood up from his spot, the edges of his lips curling into a smirk as he stared straight at Charlotte Thompson.
Unwilling to show weakness, she met his gaze head on.
"Evelyn Curtis mentioned that you bragged about something to her."
Justin Battleson’s voice was deep, causing a stir as he moved closer to Charlotte.
Even though there was a hint of a smile on his face, the oppressive air around him was undeniable.
He gradually closed the distance between them, his hawk-like eyes filled with humor.
A handsome face was framed by teasing eyes and a playful demeanor.
Charlotte unconsciously retreated two steps, putting some distance between them.
In such a tight space, was there any chance of avoiding close contact with him? Was this some kind of joke?
"Aren’t you curious, Miss Thompson?" Justin Battleson chuckled softly, attempting to touch Charlotte’s face, but she skillfully evaded him.
What a flirt Justin was!
"Curious about what? Mr. Battleson, if you’ve understood everything about the plan, then I won’t bother you anymore. I have some matters to attend to, so I should take my leave."
Charlotte frowned ever so slightly, a hint of annoyance swimming in her eyes.
Having said that, she turned on her heel and began to walk out of the room.
However, the very next moment, her wrist was seized by Justin.
"What are you doing? Let me go."
Charlotte’s heart jolted, her words laced with a touch of anger.
Justin, however, was not at all inclined to heed her request.
Pulling her slightly towards him, Charlotte stumbled and fell right into Justin’s chest.
The unique scent of a man’s cologne filled her nostrils, and his sturdy chest gave her an unprecedented sense of...safety?
Was she going crazy? How could she feel ?
Their entwined figures were intimate, causing Charlotte’s face to flush immediately.
Despite her struggles, she found herself trapped in his arms, unable to break free.
"Justin Battleson, let me go!"
Seeing that her struggles were proving futile, Charlotte tried to reason with him verbally.
But of course, it was to no avail.
Justin brought his mouth close to her ear, his warm breath making her shiver slightly.
"Let me tell you a little secret, Evelyn Curtis told me you were bragging to her...’
Goosebumps erupted on Charlotte’s skin and she mustered all her strength to break free, however, she heard the latter part of his sentence clearly.
"That I’m pursuing you."
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Justin saw the two spots of red on Charlotte’s cheeks and found the woman standing before him incredibly adorable.
"I didn’t think you’d react at all."
Justin’s words were gentle, each one landing softly on Charlotte’s heart.
For some reason, Charlotte felt her heart fluttering uneasily.
She knew what Justin meant. He thought that she went to Evelyn to brag about him pursuing her because she was jealous.
However, that was not the case at all!
Justin Battleson was just a bit too confident in himself, wasn’t he?
Nonetheless, his presumption made things a bit more interesting.
Charlotte feigned annoyance and retorted, "What reaction should I have, Mr. Battleson? What kind of response would you find satisfactory?"
Such words were laden with jealousy.
"Are you jealous, Miss Thompson?"
Justin reached out and ran his fingers through Charlotte’s hair. His light-heartedness came seeping through his words.
"If Mr. Battleson doesn’t need anything else from me, I’ll be leaving first."
Charlotte didn’t respond to his insinuation. With those words, she turned around and left the room, her movements swift and her stride firm.