Occasional dialogue from the television echoed within the living room. Charlotte Thompson put down her phone and leaned against the balustrade, half-squinting her eyes.
In the brief moment of talking to her grandfather just now, she even felt a bit guilty.
What exactly was she guilty about?
A slightly cool evening breeze blew on her face, ruffling her eyebrows and hair.
Charlotte suddenly realized that her seemingly relaxed days seemed only temporary.
Not having figured out how to tell her family meant that as long as the Thompson family members didn’t know, she and Justin Battleson couldn’t see each other openly.
How much Henry Thompson disagreed with her was something Charlotte knew best.
She let out a heavy sigh. Her mind was incredibly complicated, like a tangled skein of thread spinning continuously in her brain, impossible to untangle.
Suddenly a warmth spread on her shoulders. Charlotte was slightly taken aback, then turned to look.
Justin had slipped in next to her without her noticing, draped a blanket over her shoulders, and then whispered, "Why was your phone call so long?"
At his words, Charlotte’s eyes flashed with an unusual emotion. She turned to face him, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "I haven’t seen my grandpa for a long time, so we exchanged a few words about life."
Once she finished speaking, the air fell silent again.
After yawning and turning off the television, Jordan Thompson passed the living room to go to bed after washing up. Through the glass, he saw the two people standing side by side on the balcony. His eyes showed a hint of annoyance, but he still reminded them, "Sis, it’s cold outside, be careful not to catch a cold. I’m going to bed."
The volume of his voice was just right, Charlotte could hear it clearly. The children’s bedrooms were soundproofed, so they wouldn’t be disturbed.
Turning her head, her heart calmed a little with the gentle breeze. She curled her lips into a smile and said, "Go ahead."
Watching Jordan turn to leave, followed by the sound of a door closing.
Keeping her tangled emotions at bay, Charlotte looked up at Justin and said with a faint smile, "I had a great time today. You should go to bed."
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Pausing for a moment, Charlotte released a resigned chuckle, pushed him inside from behind, and as she walked, she said, "What could have happened to me? I have to go to work tomorrow, you need to rest now."
When she pushed him inside and reached for the doorknob, she waved at Justin whose eyes were relaxed, and said, "Goodnight."
Before Justin could respond, the door was closed.
Having no choice but to sigh helplessly, he turned around and drew the curtains.
Outside the door, Charlotte had no expression on her face. After washing up, as usual, she checked on the children in their bedrooms and then went to her room to sleep.
Jordan Thompson, having nothing to do at home, eagerly volunteered to take the children to school. After hearing the news of Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson being together, the Bryant brothers, Jack and Liam, consciously did not appear in front of Justin.
They were said to have been assigned to the domestic branch by Henry Thompson.
Charlotte didn’t ask too much about it, after all, Jack and Liam were his brother’s men. She trusted her brother’s judgment and didn’t believe he would make any mistakes.
Standing at the door, watching the children leave with their boxes of milk, Charlotte exhorted them.
"You must drink all the milk, especially you two." Stretching out her hand, Charlotte playfully tapped Hank Thompson and Grace Thompson’s heads and said, "You can’t grow tall if you don’t drink milk, right?"
As she finished speaking, Hank Thompson cast a resentful glance at Jordan Thompson, then nodded sullenly, "I know, Mommy. Goodbye."