"Those two... indeed, they are Mr. Ross’s children."
Charlotte Thompson put down her coffee cup and said gently.
It was a whisper, almost as if she was talking to herself.
But, the weight of her words pounded heavily into Justin Battleson’s chest.
A hint of shock showed on Justin’s face.
He looked at Charlotte in disbelief, trying to read a hint of a joke in her expression, even if it was just a fleeting moment.
Yet, Charlotte remained calm, no sign of jesting.
"Now that Mr. Battleson knows this, will he tell Mr. Ross?"
Charlotte looked at Justin and asked in seemingly an accidental mention.
She turned her eyes to a distance.
On the table nearby, there was a transparent glass vase filled with bright red roses, in full bloom.
The vibrant roses caught Charlotte’s attention, stimulating her visual senses.
Suddenly, she was curious about what was running through Justin’s mind at this moment.
Or whether he might mention this matter to Adam Ross.
And if Adam knew, what would his reaction be.
However, it did not play out as such.
After hearing her words, Justin focused on her real reason for finding Adam.
He always felt that Charlotte’s determination might not solely be for this reason.
There might be something else.
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Justin asked, but received no response. He turned his head to look at Charlotte.
Her face was calm, her delicate face adorned with a hint of a smile.
Justin was taken aback. Following her gaze, he noticed Charlotte looking at the bouquet of red roses.
He softly smiled and summoned one of the waiters with a wave.
"Hello sir, how may I assist you?"
Justin glanced at the puzzled Charlotte, pointed at the roses, and ordered: "A bouquet of red roses."
The waiter followed his line of sight, glanced at Charlotte with a smile, then nodded, saying "Please wait."
Charlotte looked at Justin with confusion. Suddenly buying roses?
This seemed to have no connection with the current conversation?
Justin noticed her confusion and explained: "I noticed you liked them, so I thought I’d buy a bouquet."
Which part of me showed that I liked them?
Just because you like something doesn’t mean you have to have it. Don’t you understand, Justin?
Of course, these murmurings of Charlotte were unbeknownst to Justin.
Soon, the waiter arrived with a bouquet of vibrant red roses.
Justin took the roses handed over by the waiter and held them out to Charlotte.
Charlotte was startled for a moment, but then accepted them with a smile.
She lowered her head and gently inhaled the scent of the roses. The faint fragrance was indeed refreshing.
Though she wasn’t supposed to accept the roses, she couldn’t resist. After all, who could resist flowers?
"Thank you, Mr. Battleson, but don’t you have any thoughts to share about the matter I just addressed?"
Charlotte put the bouquet aside reluctantly and inquired.
"Thoughts? Since you want to know, I might as well tell you."
"Actually, I was quite pleased when you said what you did."
Justin’s lips tightened slightly, a glimmer of emotion flickering in his deep eyes.
His features were symmetrical, his face handsome. When silent, he had this cold aura that kept people at bay.
But the smile that tugged at his lips right now, added a touch of approachability.