Charlotte Thompson felt her body soften under Justin Battleson’s teasing.
Her struggling hands also lost their strength, and she could only bite her teeth tightly and glance at Justin Battleson.
But Justin Battleson kissed her lips directly and whispered softly, "Charlotte, I can’t hold back anymore..."
Charlotte Thompson was so tormented by Justin Battleson that she didn’t even have the strength to lift her hand, and by the time the two of them got home, Charlotte had already fallen asleep.
Justin Battleson gently picked up Charlotte Thompson and carried her back to the room, caressing her delicate and gorgeous cheeks with love, feeling his heart swell with endless affection.
He leaned over and kissed her smooth forehead.
What he cherished, he would protect with all his might.
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The next day, Charlotte Thompson woke up in Justin Battleson’s arms, her cheeks blushing as she remembered the absurdity of the previous day.
Justin Battleson, who had been watching Charlotte Thompson’s movements, couldn’t help but laugh softly at her shy and cute appearance.
Charlotte blinked her eyes, feeling a wave of shyness surge through her, and with Justin’s intense gaze, she couldn’t help but bury half of her face into the blanket.
"Is Charlotte feeling shy?" Justin Battleson whispered in her ear.
Charlotte shrank back, and the sound of Justin’s low chuckle came from above her head.
"Justin Battleson! What are you laughing at!"
Charlotte pushed at Justin Battleson, her pale cheeks now flushed red like a blooming flower.
Justin Battleson took hold of Charlotte’s fingers and kissed them gently.
"No more laughing. Rest a bit longer, I’ll go make breakfast."
Saying this, Justin ruffled Charlotte’s hair and got dressed.
Charlotte watched Justin’s departing figure, touching her burning cheeks.
But now she didn’t feel like resting anymore; she got up, washed up in the bathroom, and after getting dressed, she went downstairs only to find Justin standing in the kitchen.
His shirt sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing a segment of his muscular, pale arm, and he was wearing a cartoon apron previously chosen by Grace Thompson, which looked somewhat incongruous.
Charlotte approached and wrapped her arms around Justin’s waist, pressing her cheek against his back.
Justin stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at Charlotte behind him, his voice soft.
"Why did you come here? The kitchen is full of fumes; breakfast will be ready soon."
Charlotte continued to hold onto Justin, but she rubbed her cheek on his back as if pouting.
"What’s for breakfast?"
Charlotte curiously peered ahead, but Justin covered her for fear that the kitchen fumes would irritate her.
Looking at the frying pan, Charlotte lifted her little face and said, "Can you make the fried eggs in the shape of a heart?"
"A heart?" Justin Battleson paused.
"Yeah, heart-shaped fried eggs," Charlotte nodded.
Looking down at Charlotte’s mischievous smile, Justin helplessly laughed and said, "As you wish."
Charlotte turned to leave, but Justin wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Won’t Charlotte give me a morning kiss?"
Charlotte let Justin hold her, tiptoed up to kiss his cheek, and then left the kitchen.
Charlotte wasn’t idle; she prepared the cutlery and milk, and soon Justin had the breakfast ready.
Seeing the perfectly heart-shaped fried eggs on the plate, Charlotte blinked in surprise.
"How did you do that?"
"Probably because of someone’s love," Justin Battleson said.
Charlotte pursed her lips and sat down to eat.