Justin Battleson lightly clenched his right hand into a fist and put it to his lips, coughing gently, then nodded with a smile.
Seeing this, Charlotte Thompson understood and stepped forward. Grace Thompson’s room was opposite the guest room where Jordan had already fallen asleep, presumably in the other guest room.
She pushed the door open and flipped on the light.
The warm white light filled the room. A grey comforter covered the bed in the middle of the room. The main color of the decor was grey, but was surprisingly adorned with a touch of bright white, adding some life to the room.
It didn’t look so gloomy and claustrophobic.
There was only a simple chair and table in the room, and not much decoration, but it inexplicably matched Justin’s aesthetic taste.
The air seemed slightly fresh, with a hint of grassy scent, clean and invigorating.
Justin Battleson raised his eyebrows, looking at Charlotte as she turned around, an unnatural flicker in his eyes as he said, "You should freshen up first, and sleep here later."
Upon hearing this, Justin didn’t say anything else but smiled and nodded, his eyes noticeably joyful.
It was only after Charlotte watched him enter the bathroom that she finally let out a sigh, a lot of tension leaving her face. She walked into the other room, pushing the door open to meet with the light.
She saw two children slouching at a desk, Charlotte rubbed her forehead, then quietly approached and looked down.
The desk was cluttered with homework books. The handwriting of the two children was similar, very neat and clean, naturally emanating an innocent feeling.
Charlotte’s eyebrows twitched slightly, she pulled out one of the exercise books, her gaze landing on a piece of white paper underneath.
The paper had a drawing on it, the shaky handwriting in Charlotte’s eyes looked very cute.
But the contents of the painting made her sigh slightly.
The picture depicted six children and two taller adults. The woman was labeled: ’Charlotte Mommy,’ and the man was labeled as: ’Adam Daddy.’
The title of the entire picture was: ’Our Family.’
Charlotte’s eyes filled with a complex emotion, after a while, she sighed softly.
Perhaps these two children really wanted their daddy and mommy to be together, but Charlotte was well aware, no matter what, she and Adam could only be good friends, unable to form such a relationship.
Her fingers curled slightly, and Charlotte glanced at the two children somewhat guiltily.
Chad Thompson and Jack Thompson slept uneasily on the desk, seemingly sensing something in his sleep, Chad frowned slightly. His rosy lips pouted as if he was murmuring something.
Charlotte’s heart fluttered, she put the drawing back under the homework book, then bent down to pick up Chad, slid off his slippers, and gently placed him on the bed. After tucking him in, she picked up Jack as well.
The two children lay peacefully on the bed, the creases between their brows unknowingly smoothing out a bit.
Charlotte tucked in the corner of the blanket, then bent down and gently kissed the foreheads of the two children.
Lifting her head, Charlotte slightly curved her lips, her eyes full of indulgence.
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"Goodnight, little ones."
The breeze that blew into the room seemed to carry a sweet fragrance along with it, the corners of the children’s mouths unknowingly curled up. Charlotte turned off the alarm clock on the bedside table, whispering, "Get a good night’s sleep, I’ll ask for a day off for you tomorrow."
Having said that, she then turned around and left, her footsteps so light, as if she had never been there.