Charlotte Thompson gave a gentle cough, straightened her body, the lingering warmth finally fading from her face. She looked at the man who was extremely close to her, feeling a little awkward as she coughed again.
Her delicate, boneless hand formed a fist, gently rubbing at her lips. As if recalling something, she turned to look at Justin Battleson, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "Shouldn’t you be in the conference room for a meeting at this time?"
The company had a daily meeting every noon to report work progress to the President or present new suggestions, usually convened by Justin Battleson personally.
She didn’t expect Charlotte to remember this.
Justin Battleson’s lips curled up, tenderness filling his eyes. He couldn’t help but lift his hand, gently tousling her hair. He caught her confused gaze, saying, "How did you become so naive after starting a relationship?"
He paused slightly, looked at the wall clock, and continued smiling, "There’s still half an hour before the regular meeting begins."
Upon hearing this, Charlotte nodded.
Seemingly recalling something, the man suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"
It was noon, and the Design Department’s small meeting had been going on for several hours. Minister Clarkson’s approach seriously broke the company’s rules, so it was only natural to fire her.
The result of having a meeting for several hours was that she hadn’t eaten lunch yet.
Charlotte shook her head, a little embarrassed. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a knock at the door, her gaze instinctively turned to Justin Battleson.
As expected, his lips curled into a knowing smile. He softly said, "Come in."
The door was pushed open. Looking up, Charlotte saw Michael Richard, looking weary but carrying lunch bags in his hands.
Michael Richard looked distressed, but was still trying to force a smile. He placed the lunch bags on Charlotte’s desk, his gaze lingering on her for a second. Find the newest release on NovelHub(.)net
With a seemingly subtle look in his eyes, Michael Richard turned to Justin Battleson and said, "Mr. President, I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave."
Hearing this, Justin Battleson merely nodded, watching as he left.
It was only when Michael Richard had fully disappeared from the doorway that Charlotte gave a wry smile. She looked at the steaming hot lunch in front of her, and Justin’s unsurprised expression, sighing helplessly, "Did you make Mr. Richard go buy lunch again?"
It was the same the last time. She always felt that Michael Richard appeared to be rushing over in a hurry, giving others an image of being weary.
At Charlotte’s words, Justin Battleson just shrugged indifferently, "His daily runs are good for his health... Come, open your mouth."
Charlotte helplessly opened her mouth, and within a few seconds, a warm pancake was placed into her mouth. The taste of the scallions was the first to spread in her mouth, making her mouth water.
She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
This taste of the pancake was too familiar, it was the same taste of the pancake she used to buy downstairs of her apartment every day.
The pancake shop was downstairs of the apartment, which means, did Justin Battleson specially instruct Michael Richard to go there to buy it?
Feeling a strange sensation rising in her heart, Charlotte swallowed a mouthful of the pancake.
Even though it was savory, she managed to taste a hint of sweetness.
By the time she finished eating, it was time for the regular meeting. Charlotte wiped her mouth, preparing to go to her own office chair.
Noticing her movements, the man beside her suddenly reached out to stop her, saying, "Leave the design draft for now. From today onwards, you’ll come to the regular meetings with me, no need to go to the separate meetings in the Design Department."