Suddenly, Charlotte Thompson’s mind was blank. Her lips moved, but she found herself unable to utter a single word.
She had always believed that she was immune to emotions and feelings.
However, now, she realized that she was wrong. Terribly wrong.
All the fortresses cautiously built in her heart collapsed in front of Justin Battleson, as if something unspeakable had been added.
It seemed like something was slowly creeping into her heart.
Charlotte’s heart skipped a half beat, she drew a breath and her mind became a tangled whirl. Her thoughts were twisted up in knots and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t untangle them. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noveⅼfire.net
She unconsciously bit her lip, unsure whether to agree with Justin.
All the countless preparations and excuses she had made in her heart had collapsed into a mess. She felt a choking sensation in her chest, leading to agitation. She quickly retreated from Justin, furrowing her brow.
Justin had been holding her gently. It was almost effortless for Charlotte to move away from him.
The emotions in her eyes were incredibly complex. After a moment, she averted her gaze, not letting Justin see her conflicted expression. She soon spoke, "Mr. Battleson, the design process has been stuck. I think I’m getting a bit restless lately, so I want to ask for a leave to rest."
After a thought, she continued: "Don’t worry, as soon as I adjust my state, I will immediately return to continue the design."
Hearing this, Justin’s eyes seemed to deepen, but he didn’t say anything. He nodded his head and said softly: "Go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Charlotte quickly left the suffocating atmosphere. She felt like a new person after stepping outside and breathing in the fresh air.
She took a deep breath, and gradually slowed her pace.
Looking up, she noticed that the sky was as clouded as her heart, foreshadowing a storm.
Before she had time to stand for a while, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the somewhat gloomy world, and then disappeared in a flash.
Then, a deafening thunderbolt echoed in her ears. Charlotte was caught off guard, letting the rain drops ruthlessly hit her face.
Seeing the heavy rain, Charlotte finally noticed the time and got into her car.
After starting the car, she drove in the direction of the kindergarten in the rain.
But she didn’t notice that in the office on the top floor, the man slowly retracted his gaze, and only then did his somewhat tense hand hanging by his side relax slightly.
Outside the kindergarten.
It was raining heavily, and all the kindergarten teachers had come out to hold umbrellas for the waiting children.
Charlotte parked her car, grabbed a few umbrellas hurriedly, and after thanking the teachers, she ushered the children into the car.
Grace Thompson and Hank Thompson were quite playful, they happily splashed in puddles on their way here, and their shoes and socks were now thoroughly soaked.
Turning to look at Grace still wearing her wet shoes in the back seat, Charlotte felt a twitch at the corner of her mouth, and a sense of helplessness in her eyes.
Noticing that her mom’s gaze was on her shoes, Grace nervously hid her feet under the seat.
She turned her head to look at the culprit and pouted.
On the other side, the ring leader, Hank, sat by the window, lowering his head like a quail, trying hard to reduce his presence.