He lowered his head and pressed his lips onto hers.
Charlotte Thompson’s eyes widened, seemingly surprised by the man’s action in front of her, causing her heart to beat rapidly as if it was about to leap out of her chest.
Justin Battleson kissed with intense focus, as if he wished to envelop the woman in front of him in his arms, his exploration with his lips and tongue deepening as he continued.
His big hand held Charlotte’s slim waist, and her slender waist came to life in his palm.
Her breath filled with Justin’s domineering scent, making her feel a bit dizzy, her pupils trembling.
The childish voice of Cyrus Thompson suddenly echoed in the quiet room. Charlotte’s eyes widened, and she snapped back to reality.
Immediately, she pushed away from the man in front of her and turned to look at the child in the distance. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel·fire.net
Cyrus, wearing a black pajama, was blankly staring at the two adults. Charlotte didn’t know how much he had seen, but she felt guilty for no reason, thinking of something, and she quickly sidestepped and walked towards Cyrus.
"Why aren’t you sleeping?"
Cyrus did not answer Charlotte’s question, but merely watched Justin Battleson with a flat expression. His eyes seemed to be considering something, and after a while, he started to speak.
"Mommy, did you and daddy get back together?"
Although the question was directed at Charlotte, Cyrus’s gaze was on Justin.
His gaze was calm for a moment, as if he were waiting for an answer.
"Why are you asking these questions instead of sleeping? Go to sleep now."
Charlotte’s voice carried a certain stern tone, her face stern as she took two steps in three strides, ready to carry Cyrus away.
But Justin stepped forward, blocking Cyrus’ way, and spoke with a determined tone.
"Daddy and mommy are already back together."
Cyrus’s eyes widened, a hint of surprise and delight flashed in his eyes. It seemed as though the situation made him feel an unexpected joy.
The immense joy seemed to be about to overwhelm him. He desperately wanted to cling to Justin, but Charlotte didn’t give him the opportunity. Instead, she squatted down, patting Cyrus’s small head gently while speaking faintly.
"We’re not yet, Cyrus. Can you go to sleep now? Mommy and daddy still have things to discuss."
Upon hearing Charlotte’s words, Cyrus showed no reaction and unusually looked towards Justin, a firmness coated his infant face and his eyes flickered with an unwillingness to leave.
"Mommy, I don’t want to sleep..."
Cyrus shook his head defiantly. Although he was not old, his character was molded by watching Charlotte. When he was stubborn, nine bull cows wouldn’t be able to drag him away.
Charlotte didn’t want to cause a scene with her child over Justin, but the question Cyrus asked left her unsure of how to respond.
Cyrus stubbornly tugged at Justin’s sleeve, a hint of persistence flashed across his face.
It seemed like getting this result was the most important thing right now. Justin lowered his head to look at him, his eyes showing calmness, as if hinting that he didn’t need to worry.
"Cyrus, this is adult business. It’s already late, how about going to bed early?"
Charlotte, keeping her patience, gently looked at Cyrus, attempting to reason with him slowly.
After hearing this, Cyrus couldn’t help but lower his head, he looked at Justin with a dejected look.