Adam Ross said nothing, just raised the bottle and took a swig.
After forcing down enough drink, he hung his head, his voice a bit downcast.
"I saw her just now."
Justin Battleson knew exactly who the "her" Adam Ross was referring to, so he wasn’t surprised. He shrugged and waited for Adam to continue.
Adam suddenly looked up, a hint of drunkenness in his eyes and said seriously, "I want to take Chad and Adam home."
Justin cocked an eyebrow slightly in surprise, he frowned, about to ask something.
However, before he could speak, Adam laughed bitterly, "I can’t bear to see the kids’ and her struggles and difficulties... But Justin, our old man knows about it."
Both of them understood that whatever their old man announced, he meant to carry it out.
A spark of hope ignited in his eyes as he placed his bottle. Adam’s eyes lit up slightly, he turned to Justin Battleson, pleading for the first time.
"Justin, I know you guys are dating right now, she should listen to your advice." He paused briefly then continued, "Can you do me a favor and persuade her for me?"
After hearing this, Justin Battleson remained silent for a few seconds.
The importance of Chad and Jack Thompson to Charlotte Thompson - he understood it best.
Frrom a relatively objective viewpoint, Justin Battleson frowned, his lips forming the words.
"Adam, you’re aware of her character, you understand that this matter is difficult for anyone."
The latter remained silent, a dark mist seemed to cover him.
After considering for a second, Justin sighed, "I can promise you, but you have to be prepared. I don’t know if she will agree."
At his words, Adam looked up at him, nodded weakly, his voice filled with obvious fatigue.
Wanting to say something comforting, Justin Battleson looked at Adam Ross, suddenly thought of something, he stood up and patted Adam on the shoulder, laughing, "Adam, don’t be so down, it’s not like you."
With that, he pushed the wine in front of Adam forward a bit, gave him a sign, and chuckled, "If you want to drink, then drink freely. I have some things to take care of in the office, I’ll be going first."
Adam nodded slightly, watching him leave, suppressing the feelings in his eyes. With a headache, he leaned back, massaging his aching temples.
After work, thinking of Adam’s words, Justin Battleson went home to pick up Charlotte Thompson, and took her out without explanation.
When she got in the car, her mind was still in a state of confusion.
When he leaned over to help her fasten her seatbelt, she finally began to process what was happening. This text is hosted at novelFirｅ.net
Her face slightly flushed, she asked curiously, "Where are we going?"
"To dinner," Justin Battleson replied with a slight smile, "We need some private time too... And don’t worry about the kids, I’ve already ordered the food."
Arriving at the restaurant, it was evening. The setting sun bestowed its full measure of light on the earth and its cold golden light scattered over Charlotte Thompson’s white coat.
Justin Battleson, holding her hand, led her into the restaurant and found a free table.
After casually ordering a bunch of Charlotte’s favorite food, her slightly downcast mood finally began to improve somewhat.