At some unknown point in time, Justin Battleson stood beside her with his long legs, holding a soft pink cotton candy in his hand.
The color severely clashed with the icy demeanor of the man in front of her.
Charlotte Thompson blinked, then stiffled a laugh and asked, "Mr. Battleson, did you disappear all this time just to get this trinket?"
Without hesitation, Justin nodded and handed the cotton candy over to Charlotte. He chuckled softly and said, "It’s for you."
It was the exact same stall that Charlotte had paused at just moments before, selling cotton candy.
The man stood beside her against the light, his brows and eyes unconsciously softened. His usually cold demeanor was nowhere to be seen, drawing people in and making them want to lean on him.
Charlotte was a bit dazed. She lowered her head and blankly stared at the cotton candy she took. Her heart softened a bit. Follow current novels on novel·fire·net
Seconds later, she tasted the sweetness filling in her mouth and couldn’t help but look at the man, surprised. "It’s so sweet," she exclaimed.
Justin Battleson smiled lightly. It felt as if the softest part in his heart had sunk lower, he raised his hand to touch her soft hair.
However, he suddenly felt a convulsive-like pain in his stomach.
The man’s hand abruptly stopped in place, his face turned paler and he staggered a few steps.
Charlotte’s heart tightened, instinctively supporting him. Her voice became cooler, "What’s wrong?"
Justin Battleson looked pale, instinctively clutching his stomach. His voice was so low it was almost inaudible, "I’m fine."
He raised his head, apparently trying to give Charlotte a reassuring smile. But as their eyes met, Charlotte watched him as his eyes slowly closed and he collapsed.
Charlotte could barely hold his weight. After she managed to support him, her mind went blank.
Justin Battleson was rushed into the hospital by Charlotte Thompson. Watching him being pushed into the operating room, Charlotte stood there in a daze against the wall in the hallway, hardly believing what was happening.
Who would have thought that a man like him could be so vulnerable?
Before she could fully comprehend the situation, a nurse walked out of the operation room and asked Charlotte, "Are you a family member?"
Charlotte blinked, hastily responded: "Yes, I am. What happened?"
The nurse nodded after receiving the affirmative reply and handed a few pages to her, "The patient has food poisoning, he consumed a lot. He’s now scheduled for stomach pumping. If there’s no problem, please sign here."
Without much thought, Charlotte signed the paper. After watching the nurse return to the operation room with the paper in hand, it finally hit her.
Justin Battleson only had crayfish tonight.
Charlotte paused for a moment.
Could it be that he can’t eat crayfish?
Realizing this, Charlotte Thompson raised her head in confusion, drawing a blank.
Justin Battleson couldn’t possibly be unaware of his crayfish allergy, but he ate it without batting an eye. Despite consuming so much, he never uttered a word of complaint.
Was it all just to accompany her and make her happy?
The cold wind outside was howling, whistling past the window sill, giving out muffled cries of loneliness. In the lengthy corridor, there was only Charlotte. She lifted her head to look at the operating room light, a complex emotion flickered in her eyes.