Coming to terms with the reality, Charlotte Thompson helplessly sank into the couch.
Not long after, the doorbell rang.
She glanced towards the door, a flicker of confusion in her eyes.
Who could it be at this hour of the night?
As a suspicion started sprouting in her mind, the doorbell rang more insistently. With a headache brewing, Charlotte rubbed her temple and went to answer the door in her slippers.
A thought flashed in her mind; she turned the doorknob and sure enough, she was greeted by a familiar face.
Once the door was opened, the man outside swiftly walked in with his luggage and nonchalantly changed into the pair of slippers at the doorway.
Charlotte’s hand remained on the doorknob, not having the chance to pull back. By the time she registered what was happening, the man had already made his way into the living room.
Visibly flustered, she closed the door and hurriedly followed him into the living room, only to see Justin Battleson walked straight into the guest room where he had previously stayed.
Purely confused, she trailed after him to find that he had already started unpacking his suitcase.
Leaning against the door frame, her face mimicked an expression of utter disbelief.
"Justin Battleson, what are you doing?" she asked.
At her words, the man paused his actions and lifted his eyes to look at her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You must have seen the news. I thought it would be reasonable to move in with my publicly acknowledged girlfriend," he stated calmly.
It was then that her fogged mind started processing the situation. She gripped the door frame tighter, her almond eyes glaring at him with resentment. "Had you not mentioned it, I would have conveniently forgotten... Did you leak the news?" she demanded.
Without hesitation, Justin nodded to confirm her suspicions. After putting away his belongings, he nonchalantly settled down on the bed. His amused gaze fell on Charlotte as he quipped, "I am preparing to sleep. You have two options: first, close the door and leave; second, close the door and join me."
He raised an eyebrow, and to her surprise, his usual cold demeanor was nowhere to be found.
Her mouth twitched uncomfortably, "Pervert!" she scolded before lightly clearing her throat and abruptly shutting the door behind her. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ noveⅼfire.net
Standing in front of the door for a few seconds, Charlotte helplessly resigned to her fate and went to freshen up for bed.
It seemed like Justin truly planned to stay for an extended period. In addition to his frequent bantering and shameless behavior, everything returned to its normal routine. If not for Charlotte’s brother, Jordan Thompson, constantly running out of insults for Justin, their life seemed surprisingly peaceful and ordinary.
After filming the pre-recorded segments, the producer mercifully granted a few days off for all the judges and guests.
During this break, Justin didn’t insist that Charlotte go to work. The necklace for the Duchess of Ashton was already designed and in production, reducing her workload significantly.
One morning after breakfast, Charlotte cleaned up the dishes and stretched her neck before settling down on the couch in her slippers.
The weather was excellent, and she was dressed in a thin house robe, making her look soft and approachable.
As it was the weekend, Adam Ross had arrived early to pick up Chad and Jack Thompson, taking them back to the Ross Family’s house. Meanwhile, Jordan, unable to tolerate Justin’s presence any longer, had taken Olivia and his other four kids out for the day as soon as Adam left.
Charlotte, however, had no desire to go out. She decided to do a thorough clean-up in the afternoon.