A warm sensation passed through his hand, causing Justin Battleson to pause slightly.
Both of their gazes fell on the same spot and Adam Ross, arms folded at his chest, widened his eyes in surprise after witnessing the scene.
It took a few seconds for Charlotte Thompson to react. She withdrew her hand as if electrocuted and playfully patted Justin on the arm with her other hand, coughing lightly in an unnatural way. She then said, "You’d better leave the kitchen now. Just don’t cause any trouble and we’ll be fine."
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By that time, she wouldn’t be the only one with a headache.
Upon hearing her words, Adam snorted lightly. His eyes welling up slightly from the onions, he hesitated for a moment before he reached forward to grab Justin’s wrist. His tone was somewhat biting as he said, "Let’s go, Justin. We shouldn’t make things worse."
Justin paused slightly, seemingly understanding something. He squeezed back on Adam’s hand slightly and chuckled, "Alright then."
A few seconds later, the two men exited the kitchen, arm in arm in a seemingly friendly manner.
Charlotte did not miss their private rivalry playing out in secret.
She sighed in frustration, shook her head, slightly amused.
"They act like children sometimes," she said.
Afterwards, she turned around, washed her hands, and began to clean up the aftermath of the onion chopping.
Not long after, the tantalising aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. Charlotte had just plated the last dish when she noticed Grace’s chubby hand rubbing her eyes as she sleepily wandered towards the kitchen.
Charlotte took off her apron, crouched down, and gently tugged on the young girl’s nose with her bent index finger, asking, "Are you hungry, Grace?"
Upon hearing this, the little girl tip-toed to have a peek at the delicious looking dishes on the table and nodded her head without any hesitation.
Grace had a habit for many years now - she would always feel sleepy before mealtime, and on waking up, her stomach would definitely be growling in hunger.
Charlotte’s mouth curved into a slight smile, "Then, can you call Uncle and your brothers into the dining room for dinner?"
Hearing that dinner was ready, Grace obediently went to the living room to invite the others. In a few minutes, the dining table was filled to the brim with people.
Two handsome men sitting among the children seemed strangely out of place.
Charlotte used serving chopsticks to pick up a piece of braised pork for Olivia Thompson, her voice filled with concern, "Annie, you’ve lost weight after staying in the hospital for so long. You should eat more."
At her words, Olivia smiled and ate the braised pork, her eyes squinted in pleasure. The flavor of the dish and its juicy texture filled her mouth in an instant, an irresistible delight.
Charlotte was quite confident in her cooking skills. She taught herself during her spare time in Ashton, and even though she didn’t cook often, she wasn’t out of practice.
Seeing Olivia’s satisfied expression, Charlotte smiled too as she glanced at the table. After thinking for a few seconds, she removed the plate of crayfish from in front of Justin.
Adam Ross, sitting next to Justin, was quicker to react. He looked up at Charlotte in surprise.
Charlotte’s expression didn’t change, she simply said casually, "If you’re allergic, you shouldn’t eat it. The hospital isn’t a pleasant place to stay."
As her words echoed, Justin stopped chewing in his mouth, cracking a smile, "Can I interpret this as you caring for me, then?"