By the time they arrived home, it was already evening. As soon as they got off the car, they ran into Jordan Thompson who had also just gotten home.
The kids, who were trailing behind Jordan, joy lit up in their eyes when they saw Charlotte. They immediately hurried over to stand by Charlotte’s side with their short little legs.
Watching their energetic and almost instinctual actions, Jordan shrugged helplessly, then began to speak with a heartache.
"You little rascals, just look at her, so infatuated with her beauty that she can’t be bothered to pick you all up, and yet it’s your Uncle Jordan who loves you, specifically drove to pick you all up..." For original chapters go to Novᴇl_Fire(.)net
He held his hand over his heart and lamented, "Did you betray me just by looking at her?"
Yet another Jordan possessed by a drama queen, Hank spoke as if he was about to hit someone, "Uncle Jordan, your drama is a bit too much."
Jordan’s face stiffened, he gritted his teeth and looked at Hank, "Hank, didn’t you say you love your uncle the most?"
Upon hearing this, Hank opened his eyes wide, wondering when he’d ever said those disgusting words.
Before he could say anything, Charlotte reached out and tugged at him, "Alright Hank, let’s go upstairs. It’s getting late and you all must be hungry."
And indeed they were. Not only Hank, but all the other children were rather famished. They nodded in agreement and quickly headed upstairs.
In the end, Justin Battleson sent a meaningful glance towards Jordan before also following them upstairs.
In less than a minute, Jordan was left alone in the windy outside.
He looked around perplexedly before suddenly reacting and quickly ran upstairs.
Upstairs, Charlotte was preparing food in the kitchen. Jordan went in wearing slippers after changing his shoes, and then glanced at the sofa, appearing puzzled.
Knowing his uncle’s conflict with his dad, Hank naturally knew who "that man" referred to — Justin Battleson.
He pointed towards the kitchen, then added, "He’s with my mom in the kitchen."
Hearing that, Jordan nodded absently and sat down on the sofa, picking up the remote to change the channel.
Grace sat next to him playing with a teddy bear, occasionally poking Jordan’s face with the bear’s giant paw. Jordan didn’t mind, he just kept watching the TV intently.
The atmosphere in the living room was harmonious. In the kitchen, Charlotte was washing vegetables with quick and efficient movements.
And over there, Justin Battleson didn’t know what he should be doing, so he stood next to her watching her work.
But his gaze didn’t fall on her hands. Instead, it fell onto Charlotte’s fair and pretty face.
She slightly bowed her head, a loose strand of hair fell down with her movements, covering her petite and fair earlobe.
Justin Battleson watched, and out of nowhere reached out to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear.
A ticklish sensation on her cheek made Charlotte laugh. She said with a laughing voice, "Stop it, I’m washing vegetables."
After tucking the hair behind her ear, Justin Battleson wrapped an arm around her delicate waist from behind, slightly leaned down, and rested his chin on her shoulder, his warm breath blew gently on her neck.
Caught off guard, Charlotte’s ears turned red.
She slightly turned her head and annoyed, she said, "Stay away from me."
Back in the living room, Jordan’s stomach was grumbling loudly. He turned off the TV, gestured at the kids and said, "Come on, little rascals, let’s go hurry them up with the dinner."
Upon hearing this, all the kids nodded and followed Jordan into the kitchen.
With a yawn, his eyes half-closed, Jordan prepared to step into the kitchen.