Just as she sent the message, an almost immediate response came from the opposite side.
It was a straightforward single word reply.
Charlotte put her phone down and leaned back contemplatively. The place had been tidied up by Justin Battleson. He rose from the ground, wiped his hands with a piece of tissue, and sat down beside Charlotte, slipping his hand around her slender waist without a word.
His chin, slightly stubbled with bluish green bristles, brushed against her neck.
Charlotte tickled, instinctively shifted away, he seemed to have predicted her reaction, slowly caught her shoulder while his voice sounded a bit worn-out.
"Don’t move, just let me lean on you."
There was a lot going on at the company recently; he had to put in extra hours every day. The only thing he looked forward to was seeing Charlotte after work.
Charlotte hesitated for a few seconds, then gently patted his back, showing the patience of lulling a child to sleep.
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The next day, Charlotte dropped the kids off at the kindergarten, and then sent an address to Adam Ross. After she took a seat at the restaurant and ordered a juice, she sat there waiting.
Adam Ross arrived shortly, looking travel-weary.
Upon seeing Charlotte, he paused briefly but hid the understanding in his eyes. He walked up and sat down on the chair opposite of Charlotte.
She was gently sipping a glass of juice, its crimson liquid staining her lip corners, unbeknownst to her.
Adam Ross suppressed his complex feelings. Before he could say anything, Charlotte put down her glass and started slowly.
"Mr. Ross, where did you take the kids yesterday?"
Taken aback slightly, he responded,"To the amusement park and then we had dinner at a restaurant...any particular reason why?"
As they were talking about their children, Charlotte did not wish to beat around the bush and expressed her worry directly, "The kids seemed a bit down when they returned yesterday, they wouldn’t tell me why."
Upon hearing this, Adam Ross pursed his lips.
He seemed to have an idea why.
He paused for a moment, rubbing his hands over his knees, then cautiously looked at Charlotte’s expression, pondered over his words, and finally started talking.
"Charlotte, I have a favor to ask, I am not sure if you would agree."
His words were very subtle, unlike his usual straightforward manner.
Knowing the seriousness of whatever he was about to say, Charlotte dabbed her mouth with a tissue, straightened her expression as a signal for him to continue.
He softly touched his lips and said: "I want to take Chad and Jack back, to live with me."
His words were greeted with an anticipated silence.
The smile on Charlotte’s face gradually faded; her eyes were clearly filled with surprise. After a long pause, she managed to find her voice and asked with difficulty,
Adam Ross closed his eyes, understanding her.
This was hard for Charlotte to accept.
He paused, his voice heavy: "My grandfather sent someone to investigate the whereabouts of the children, found Chad and Jack, and is pressuring me to bring them home... to acknowledge their lineage."
The memory of that day still fresh in his mind.
When the old man found out that he has known about this matter and kept it from him, he got extremely angry. The entire hall of the old house fell into a silence, and the servants were frightened and shrank back.