Justin Battleson looked at the information on his phone with a heavy gaze, giving a subtle nod as if very satisfied with what was said but didn’t comment further. He simply handed the phone back to Michael Richard.
"Go and buy everything according to the instructions."
Seeing the purchases listed on the screen, Michael looked to Justin with confusion, but Justin’s face was casual, as if he had no doubts.
Eventually, Michael couldn’t help but to ask.
"Mr. Battleson, these are all baby items. What are you planning to do with them?"
Justin’s expressions remained placid, but his eyes revealed a hint of indifference and a touch of affection.
"They are for my child."
"Child?" Michael exclaimed in surprise, his typically calm demeanor revealing a momentary shock, but it was fleeting.
"My child," Justin murmured, his voice was low and resonant like the sound of a cello, melodious and unforgettable.
Michael was fast to act. By the afternoon, everything was purchased.
Justin bearing a smile on his face brought the items to Charlotte Thompson’s hotel, and he looked at himself in the floor-to-ceiling windows, appearing completely unfamiliar to his usually composed self.
When Charlotte opened the door, she was met by Justin, who was carrying a large pile of items and was looking at her with a gentle expression on his face. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel※fire.net
Charlotte was taken aback and looked at him, but Justin spoke happily.
"I came to see them."
With a displeased expression, Charlotte promptly closed the door, leaving Justin feeling somewhat awkward. However, he remained smiley.
He continued to knock on the door, much to Charlotte’s annoyance. She swung the door open and asked unhappily.
Justin’s eyes held a soft shimmer and he seemed to have lost the usual cold air about him, appearing instead like a ray of warm sunlight.
"I wanted to see you, and them."
Charlotte stood at the doorway displeased, crossing her arms and asked curtly.
"Mr. Battleson, do you have too much free time? If you have nothing better to do, you should focus more on your work, rather than interrupting others."
Charlotte’s voice was cold, and a hint of impatience could be seen on her face. Facing Justin, she didn’t show much patience as a grudge still lingered in her heart.
"Charlotte, I’m sorry."
Justin’s voice was low as he opened the door, the guilt evident on his face as he looked at the woman before him.
Upon hearing his words, Charlotte paused, her actions subtly slower.
She looked at him, puzzled, wondering what he was trying to do.
"For the hurt I caused you before, I apologize, it was not my intention to hurt you, I really like you."
Justin said, word by word, with seriousness in his eyes.
He took out a key slowly from his pocket and handed it to Charlotte."What’s this?" Charlotte frowned, growing more impatient. Instinctively, she went to close the front door, but Justin was still standing at the doorway, preventing her from doing so.
"Take it and go to this address." Justin said as he tucked the key along with a note into Charlotte’s hand.
He gave a soft smile, with a trace of indifference on his firm countenance.
"Mr. Battleson, what are you really up to?"
Charlotte was extremely annoyed with him, her first instinct was to throw the key away.
But Justin didn’t give her that opportunity.