Charlotte Thompson knew what he was asking; she shrugged nonchalantly and asked, "Is identity that important?"
She tilted her head and thought, a harmless expression decorating her face.
Eventually, she opened her mouth to choose a rather satisfactory explanation, "There’s no need; I just want to live my own quiet life, without any dramatic events."
Her voice was cool and clear, but her eyes held a hint of a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, "Mr. Battleson, do you know why I am so repelled by you all?"
Justin Battleson frowned a little.
You all, referring to him and Adam Ross.
Charlotte sighed, her hands on the desk, touching the cool walnut surface, "Mr. Battleson, I want to live an ordinary life, even if it’s common and unextraordinary as long as I’m happy."
"But since you appeared, my tranquil life has been constantly disrupted, making headlines has become a common occurrence," Charlotte pursed her lips, her voice dropped a little, "but this time it’s different, it involves my child."
She closed her eyes, irritation welled up within her.
When she reopened her eyes, there was an indescribable determination in them, and a hint of her past indifference.
"So, Mr. Battleson, I ask you to stop making me trending news, it’s causing serious discomfort to my family, do you understand?"
Upon hearing that, a trace of unnoticed pain flashed through Justin’s eyes which hung low, his lashes cast a light shadow on his eyes making it hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Charlotte’s voice had no trace of compromise, her clear but aloof gaze made it seem impossible for anyone to enter her heart again.
The atmosphere tensed for a moment, she refused to back down.
Justin was taken aback, but eventually, he lifted his head to look at her.
Charlotte gave a bitter smile and said, "Mr. Battleson, let me be."
Without waiting for Justin’s response, she resolutely turned to leave.
However, before she could take a step, she felt a force pulling her hand back, and looked at her wrist some slight pain.
Justin stood up from his chair, gripping her wrist tightly.
They faced each other in silence, Charlotte was unable to struggle free.
After a while, she gave up her attempt to struggle, laughed ironically with a chilly voice, and asked quietly, "Mr. Battleson, are you going to be domineering again?"
She enunciated each word, "This has happened at noon, and now it’s happening again. What do you think of me?"
"I’m not a puppet, nor an emotionless machine. I’m a human being."
Each word resounding with absolute clarity.
Knowing that she maintained absolute sanity, Charlotte wouldn’t lose her mind like the last time.
Justin lowered his eyes, chuckled sadly, "Charlotte, you’re not an emotionless machine, but why, can’t you have the slightest feelings for me?" Read full story at novel(ꜰ)ire.net
His gaze on her, "Charlotte, what does it take to warm your heart?"
Justin moved closer to her, their bodies almost touching, the room’s temperature rapidly rising, Charlotte gritted her teeth, her voice tense, "Justin Battleson, let me go."
The man leaned down and whispered in her ear, his voice deep and ambiguous, it sounded like making an incredibly sincere wish and issuing an imperative order at the same time.
"Charlotte, you will never leave in this lifetime."