A faint smile emerged from the corners of Charlotte Thompson’s mouth, giving off a tender glow. The fatigue of the whole day seemed to vanish into thin air at the sight of the children.
Opening her arms, she watched Grace Thompson trotting over with her little legs and then threw herself into her arms. The nice milky scent of the little girl filled her nostrils. She lifted Grace up and nuzzled her cheek, complaining somewhat humorously, "Where have you been, Grace? Why did you come so late?"
Charlotte looked up with a smile, only for her eyes to suddenly halt.
Behind the children, Justin Battleson and Adam Ross walked side by side towards her.
Her face stiffened a bit. She subconsciously glanced at Jack Bryant, who was holding Hank Thompson’s hand. He noticed her gaze and looked back at her with a somewhat helpless expression.
Her lips twitched as she listened to Grace excitedly recounting the interesting snippets of her conversation with Olivia Thompson and Justin a few minutes ago. Before Charlotte could say anything, the little girl herself was tickled and broke into giggling laughter.
The weather was a bit chilly. Charlotte raised her hand in resignation and rubbed Grace’s little legs, which were exposed because of her short skirt, a thin layer of goosebumps forming on her fair and smooth legs due to the cold.
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With Grace in her arms, Charlotte felt unexplainably secure.
The footsteps of the men stopped in front of her simultaneously. Adam lowered his head to look at his wristwatch.
The hour hand pointed to one.
It was already 1 a.m.
Thinking of Chad Thompson’s stern face urging him to seize the opportunity, something stirred in Adam’s heart. He looked up at Charlotte who was standing still with Grace in her arms. A light bulb went off in his head.
Wasn’t this the opportunity?
Clearing his throat slightly, he stepped forward, closed the distance with Charlotte, and softly said, "It’s too late now, I am not quite comfortable letting you guys go back by yourselves. The car is just outside, why don’t I give you a ride back?"
As soon as his words fell, a satisfied smile appeared on Chad’s face who was standing behind Hank as he saw what was happening.
This is right, isn’t it? If you don’t take the initiative to attack, how can you have more control?
Seeing this, Hank grimaced, snorted coldly, but sneakily shifted his gaze onto Justin.
Sensing his gaze, Justin looked at him, understanding his thoughts.
So, he also took a step forward, shot a glance at Adam, and said nonchalantly, "Michael Richard is also here, and I have a lot of things to talk to Grace, so I should be the one to send her. Speaking of which, Adam, aren’t you usually enjoying yourself in a bar at this time?"
He raised the corners of his lips slightly. Even though they were brothers, his words left no room for evasion, "Let’s not hold you back further today, get going."
Upon hearing this, Adam nearly choked on his own disbelief. Somewhat surprised, he looked at Justin and laughed, "Second bro, it has been long since I went there, how could you call that my usual routine?"
Neither of them backed down, locking eyes, the tension between them was palpable, as if a fierce battle was about to break out.
Jack, on the side, was feeling a bit entertained. He knew that these two were now openly seen as rivals in love, and such an open confrontation was rare.
Jack stood there, discreetly following the drama unfold, waiting for the real beginning.
The silence in the air lasted a few seconds until Charlotte, seemingly impatient, furrowed her brows and broke the silence.
"Are you guys childish or what?"