"There’s nothing that can be done."
Justin Battleson looked solemnly at Charlotte Thompson, "Charlotte, it pains me to see you working so hard."
"But what if I suddenly lose my inspiration? I’d be very upset."
Charlotte pouted, and seeing that Justin remained unmoved, she stealthily reached out and tugged at his sleeve.
"Just one more sheet, the very last one, okay?" Charlotte looked at Justin expectantly, even with a hint of coquetry.
Justin looked down, gaze locked on Charlotte’s watery eyes, and finally gave in.
"Agreed, but after the last design sketch, you must go rest straight away, understood?"
Charlotte smiled, then tilted her head up and gave Justin a light kiss on the cheek.
Justin sat down next to Charlotte: "I’ll stay with you."
Charlotte ignored him, and Justin began concentrating on drawing the design.
However, as she drew, Charlotte felt something was amiss.
"What are you doing?"
Charlotte pressed against Justin’s palm that had crept to her waist, and turned to glance at him.
"I’m not doing anything, carry on."
Justin said without a change of expression, but his fingertips mischievously rubbed against Charlotte’s skin.
Charlotte awkwardly tried to dodge, but found it was too late, she didn’t know when she had been encircled in Justin’s arms.
Charlotte turned and glared at Justin, and the rogue still looked unperturbed, even bending down to glance at the design Charlotte was drawing.
However, Charlotte no longer had any mind to listen to such noncommittal comments, as the warm breath on her neck and ear made her shiver.
"Stop it..." Charlotte sniffled, her voice much softer than before.
"How am I messing around? Aren’t I just helping you with your design?"
Justin’s lips gently brushed Charlotte’s ear, eyes glinting with amusement as he watched her blushing neck.
"Then sit further away, don’t interrupt my inspiration." Charlotte bit her lower lip.
"Inspiration is in your mind, where I sit shouldn’t affect that, should it?"
Justin’s voice was hoarse and delectably suggestive.
Charlotte could only feel his fingertips burning, almost too much for her to bear.
She gently pushed at Justin, but such effort was almost negligible for him.
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Finally, Charlotte couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled away from Justin’s arms.
Justin still looked utterly innocent, as if he wasn’t the one who had just been up to no good.
Charlotte found herself at a loss for words, then directly grabbed Justin’s collar and kissed him.
For Justin, who enjoyed the unexpected embrace of a beauty, he naturally delighted in it. He wrapped his arms around Charlotte’s waist and pulled her onto his lap.
"So, have you finished with the design yet?"
Justin slightly tilted his head back, his clothing a bit disheveled thanks to Charlotte’s antics, revealing his handsome collarbone and robust muscles.
Charlotte, provoked by his appearance, bit her teeth in irritation. She pressed down on Justin’s shoulders, trying to stand up.
"Then I’ll continue to..."
But before Charlotte could finish her statement, Justin abruptly picked her up.
Charlotte exclaimed in surprise, her hands instinctively wrapping around Justin’s neck.
Justin’s eyes gleamed with a hint of danger, but Charlotte had no escape.
"You’re the one who threw yourself into my arms, where are you planning to run off to?"