Inside the room were the suppressed chuckles of two individuals. Charlotte Thompson was cornered by Justin Battleson, reaching a point of no retreat, she resigned herself to her fate with a slight smile, closing her eyes in preparation for Justin’s icy cream-laden hand.
Justin approached her, lowering his gaze to view her exquisite face, allowing his cream-covered hand to drop, while his other hand propped up against the wall behind Charlotte.
His eyes had darkened slightly, and his breaths became somewhat shallow,
but Charlotte didn’t feel the cold touch as she had expected.
She opened her eyes tentatively, confronted by Justin’s handsome face magnified before her, the following moment saw a heated, gentle kiss bestowed upon her.
Justin lightly bit into her lip corner; his breath grew erratic, but Charlotte could feel him gingerly licking the cream smeared across her lips.
Moving from the lip corner to the full lip.
The hand Charlotte had resting on Justin’s chest gradually weakened, until she could no longer resist and began yielding to him, moving to tiptoe for a better alignment.
Her half-closed eyes bore a foggy demeanor, as her heartbeat uncontrollably quickened.
It was only when Justin bent down to lift her up did she suddenly jerk back to consciousness, her eyes widening marginally.
The lingering shred of rationality was hastily summoned, and it dispersed her sense of complete surrender.
She pushed Justin away forcefully as if waking from a dream.
Meanwhile, at the kindergarten.
It was nap time, and all the little children were obediently lying in their beds. The two female teachers making the rounds saw that the children had all settled down, and so they pulled the door shut, comfortably gossiping in the corridor.
The door wasn’t completely closed, leaving a small crack.
Hank Thompson cracked open his eyes stealthily, hopped off the bed under his blanket, put his shoes on, and tiptoed towards the door.
He could clearly hear what the two teachers were gossiping about.
"Hey, isn’t this such an odd coincidence," murmured one teacher to her colleague and friend, "I thought those Thompson children looked familiar. Who’d have thought that they are actually children from the Ross Group and the Riley Group?"
"Right? All the online news is buzzing about this," said the other teacher with a cluck of her tongue, "The netizens of today sure are impressive - so many are looking down on these children, saying Charlotte Thompson purposefully got pregnant to marry into the family."
She shook her head and sighed, "No matter what, I think these netizens shouldn’t target the children. After all, the children are innocent."
Hank Thompson, who was peeking around the corner, pursed his lips and then silently returned to his bed.
Nap time was half an hour. The teachers came to wake the children up right on schedule. Hank geared up and sat at the edge of his bed, wrestling with concerns in his mind for several minutes, before ultimately deciding to tell his big brother.
Cyrus Thompson had also just wrapped up, and when the children huddled together. Nicholas shared the juicy gossip he’d heard.
On Cyrus’s typically unflappable face emerged a trace of surprise and discontent: "Are people really saying things about Mommy online?" For original chapters go to novel✶fire.net
Since Charlotte had limited his time with the tablet once he started kindergarten, he would get straight to programming whenever he had access to it, essentially ignoring the news.
Listening to what Hank said, his expression darkened slightly.
No wonder Mommy had suggested taking them back to Ashton yesterday.
After Hank was finished talking, he pondered for a long time with furrowed brows. Seeing Cyrus’s gloomy expression, he knew that his older brother was genuinely angry this time.