"Charlotte Thompson, are you close to your little brother?"
In the elevator, in the cramped space, Justin Battleson seemed to be able to detect a faint smell of rose dew from Charlotte Thompson.
He looked at her and started talking somewhat abruptly. The most update n0vels are published on NoveI[F]ire.net
Of course, they were very close.
Ever since she met Jordan Thompson, she had had a good impression of this sunny boy.
Later, when she found out that he was her cousin, with a similar age and a lively personality, they naturally became closer.
"Huh?" Charlotte Thompson looked at Justin Battleson with a puzzled face, feeling his question was somewhat roundabout.
She gently opened her lips and softly asked, "Why do you ask, Mr. Battleson?"
As her voice fell, Charlotte seemed to understand something and then laughed.
It’s probably because Jordan had given him a cold look at the door.
Her brother, though sometimes appeared ridiculous, was a complete protective freak when it came to her.
"I just felt that those kids seem to get along well with Jordan."
Justin subtly changed the subject, his eyes fixed on Charlotte like a calm summer pond, without a ripple.
It seemed he had guessed something, but he couldn’t put together a concrete answer.
The answer he needed could only be given by Charlotte.
"My relationship with my brother is pretty decent, after growing up together. But he’s younger, so he gets along well with the kids. You don’t find that strange, do you, Mr. Battleson?"
Charlotte smiled, a look of calm amusement on her face. Her eyes were indifferent, showing no signs of guilt or unease.
"Are you sure you grew up together? Miss Sophie Allen."
Justin felt as though he had been shooting in the dark and he couldn’t help but smile, seemingly intrigued by Charlotte’s response.
This time, he called her "Sophie Allen".
Charlotte didn’t panic when her name was changed, she just paused slightly, then returned to normal.
Justin had known her as Sophie Allen for a long time, and she had grown accustomed to hiding who she really was in front of him.
Charlotte looked at him calmly, the corners of her lips hinting at a slight smile, but she did not respond.
"So you’re admitting that those children are yours?"
His abrupt change of subject caught Charlotte off guard.
The sound of Justin’s voice was low, ringing in Charlotte’s ears like the sound of a cello reverberating in the small space, gradually plucking at Charlotte’s heartstrings.
"Mr. Battleson." Charlotte managed to keep her face calm, but her downcast eyes hinted at her slight panic.
Her thick lashes concealed her displeasure. She raised her head and looked directly at Justin again.
"Mr. Battleson, you sure have a knack for jokes. When did I ever admit to that?"
"Didn’t you?" Justin gently counters, throwing the question back at her.
"Of course, you shouldn’t confuse the issue."
"Oh?" Justin raised an eyebrow, appearing interested in hearing more.
"I simply said Jordan has a good relationship with the kids. How did that become an admission that the kids are mine? I’ve never been married, Mr. Battleson. You shouldn’t joke about such things without any evidence."
With her response, Charlotte effectively turned all of Justin’s suspicions into a "joke".
Their conversation suddenly being labeled as Justin’s playful banter.
Even though he didn’t find it funny to have such an unfounded allegation suddenly tossed on him, he played along.
"I was just conjecturing. After all, Miss Thompson usually comes across as haughty and aloof. It doesn’t seem like she would be fond of children. Hence, seeing her so close to those unknown children made me curious."
Justin backed off to a safe distance and spoke in a low voice.