"Miss Thompson, I think you misunderstand."
Adam Ross retracted his indolent posture, and looked at Charlotte Thompson earnestly, a sense of determination adding to his resolute features.
"Misunderstand?" Charlotte raised her lip slightly, the indifference in her eyes clear. She casually looked at the man in front of her, the slight annoyance concealed within her eyes framed by a soft mist.
"Mr. Ross may not be aware, I always believe what I see with my own eyes. I am curious, what reasons drive Mr. Ross to persistently want to regain the custody rights?"
Within a few words, Charlotte had deftly turned the conversation back onto Adam Ross, her tone icy as she addressed him.
Upon hearing her words, Adam Ross altered his normally careless demeanor, his eyes filled with melancholy.
"I..." His voice faltered a moment, sadness etched upon his brow, slight redness apparent in his narrow, attractive eyes. He seemed very fatigued.
"I can explain this." The hand hanging by his side clenched slightly.
He looked down at Charlotte, the gaze in his eyes intense.
"Explain?" Curiosity sparked in Charlotte’s eyes.
She raised her eyebrows to meet Adam’s thoughtful gaze, her clear and bright eyes filled with disdain.
"Perhaps Mr. Ross should spare himself the effort, I am very tired today, and I do not wish to hear any more lengthy speeches from Mr. Ross. Anyone can tell a story, but the listener is not in the mood for one today."
Charlotte forcefully shook Adam’s arm off her and walked forward, her face filled with irritation.
Adam Ross stretched his long legs and within a few strides had managed to block Charlotte’s path.
He swiftly grabbed Charlotte’s arm, his voice clear and cool as he spoke.
"Miss Thompson, I was unaware of the existence of those two children."
Charlotte froze, his words echoing in her heart like a thunderbolt.
Dazed, she looked up at Adam Ross, his eyes appeared subdued, his normally distinct features now had an added depth of thoughtfulness.
"What do you mean, Mr. Ross?" Charlotte frowned, clearly baffled by his words, her face filled with doubt.
"I wasn’t aware of the existence of those two children initially. The Thompson Family is a prestigious family and, like all families, it has internal disputes. At first, I thought they were dead."
Adam Ross paused, his face filled with grief. His gaze faltered, the usual indifference replaced with a touch of humanity. Find the newest release on novel-fire.net
He let out a sigh and continued in a soft voice that carried traces of regret. He touched his eye as memories unfurled.
"I had arranged for someone to take care of them, but I lost contact with that person. All this while, I’ve been trying to find them, hoping to find them as soon as possible."
"I am their biological father, bound by the strong bonds of kinship. They mean the world to me, so I will not give up on them. Miss Thompson, can you believe me?"
The man’s voice was very low, almost pleading. Charlotte had never seen Adam Ross before.
In her eyes, Adam Ross was indifferent and detached, never letting anyone or anything affect him, as if he was a god immune to worldly matters.
But now, Charlotte looked at him intently, his once hawk-like eyes now bloodshot.
He seemed very tired, his thin lips pressed tightly together with a hint of stubble on them.
His brows furrowed, his rugged face now seemed less stern and more gentle.