One journalist had an excited expression on his face as he hastily moved his microphone closer and raised his voice to ask, "Since Mr. Battleson knows that it was not Evelyn Curtis who saved your life, you must know who your real lifesaver is. Would you care to share?"
On the side, Charlotte Thompson listened to his words quietly, her right hand nervously clutching the hem of her dress.
As soon as he finished speaking, the reporters quieted down, their gazes eagerly fixed on Justin Battleson.
The latter casually lowered his gaze, taking a glance at Charlotte on his side without meaning to.
The woman maintained a dignified smile on her face, her eyes full of a cool and cold demeanor, and she lightly tilted her head to look at him along with the reporters.
But what was different was, in her eyes lay a readily detectable warning.
Justin knew what she meant; she didn’t want their affair to be propagated.
His fingers slightly curled up, the ring finger subconsciously raised a few degrees, his expression was somewhat obscure.
Could it be that Charlotte was really... so afraid of being connected with him?
The casual exchange of glances between the two didn’t escape the attention of the reporters. The reporter who asked the question earlier revealed a playful smile.
He quickly hoisted up his camera and snapped a picture, then teasingly asked, "Mr. Battleson, your gaze seems off. Do you fancy Miss Thompson?"
After hearing his words, the reporters shifted their attention between the two. Follow current novᴇls on novel·fire·net
Ignoring the bustling crowd, the golden and warm mid-afternoon sun dispersed between the two, casting a thin and gentle halo.
The man slightly bowed his head, and the sharp linework of his face softened.
The woman looked up at him, the corner of her mouth drawing a gentle curve.
A necklace lazily lay on her fair and delicate collarbone, reflecting a dazzling brilliance in the sunlight.
The scenery of the world seemed to have dimmed in comparison.
A female reporter subconsciously sighed and lowered her voice to gossip with her colleague, "There are so many power couples in the entertainment industry these days. Look at these two, one is the cold and aloof Mr. Battleson, the other is a high-profile female designer. They’re even more perfect than a power couple!"
Hearing that, her colleague shook her head, replying regretfully, "Indeed. Unfortunately, Miss Thompson has publicly announced that she has a boyfriend. Even if Mr. Battleson had any intentions, he can only secretly admire her."
Charlotte stood still, meeting the man’s obscure gaze. An unknown emotion slowly stirred within her heart.
She forced herself to look away and curved her lips, but remained silent.
Justin turned to look at the reporter whose face was decorated with a smile. The reporter asked again, "So does Mr. Battleson know that Miss Thompson already has a boyfriend?"
Hearing this, the man slightly raised his head, looking straight into the camera, suddenly chuckled, saying, "The topic is trending on social media. I just found out that Miss Thompson already has a boyfriend. Since everyone has asked, let me use this opportunity to wish Miss Thompson - my ex-wife..."
He turned his head again to look at Charlotte. Amidst her shock, he uttered each word deliberately, "...that she may have peace, joy, and happiness in her new relationship from this day forward."
Charlotte opened her mouth, her eyes still filled with shock.
Justin’s words, to anyone at this moment, felt like a bomb being dropped into the water, creating countless splashes.
Yet the main character was smiling faintly, a hint of sadness flashing past his eyes, unnoticed even by himself.