Meanwhile, as the office neared closing time, Justin Battleson arrived at Charlotte Thompson’s office, only to find her asleep in her chair.
Justin’s brows furrowed slightly, and he lightened his footsteps, moving closer to Charlotte.
His gaze swept over and finally rested on the design drafts on her desk.
Justin knew that Charlotte had been busy with a collaboration recently, and just when she was already overwhelmed, the Allen family members had come to cause trouble, making these days somewhat exhausting for her.
Looking at Charlotte’s peaceful sleeping face, a slight ache surfaced in his heart.
With great care, he reached out, held Charlotte in his arms, but unexpectedly, she moved slightly and then wrapped her arms around Justin’s neck.
Not knowing what she dreamed about, her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and finally, resting in Justin’s embrace, she murmured.
"Mom... Aunt Watson... I avenged you..."
Justin knew, the deaths of Charlotte’s mother and Aunt Watson had always been like thorns in Charlotte’s heart.
Indeed, Justin was clear that the Allen family was behind all this.
He had also investigated the matter in secret initially, but eventually chose not to proceed.
Justin had thought countless times about making those Allen family members disappear from this world.
But the Allen family represented the real emotional lock for Charlotte, and only she could unlock it.
Justin felt immense heartache but also respected Charlotte’s choices.
He bent down and placed a kiss on Charlotte’s forehead. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on NoveI[F]ire.net
"Charlotte, I have always been here..."
The person in his arms responded softly at that moment and slowly opened her eyes.
The freshly awakened Charlotte was somewhat groggy, her misty eyes fixated on Justin.
Justin couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, then took Charlotte to a nearby couch for her to rest, letting her sit on his lap.
Charlotte shook her head. She rubbed her somewhat sleepy eyes, her voice still carrying a hint of laziness as she spoke,
"How did I fall asleep?"
Charlotte’s cheeks grew red, and resting against Justin’s chest, she mumbled the words, very much like an obedient cat.
"You’ve been rather overworked lately."
Justin gently caressed Charlotte’s cheek, "Just delegate the design collaboration to other people at the company, why push yourself this hard?"
"This is just my job."
Charlotte said softly, then raised her head and smiled at Justin, "Mr. Battleson, don’t you think you should raise the salary of an employee as outstanding as I am?"
After giving Charlotte’s lips a quick peck, Justin spoke softly, "What about a treatment similar to mine, as president?"
Charlotte felt a bit ticklish from Justin’s actions and couldn’t help but shrink her neck, her face wearing a smile.
"I don’t want to be any president, being a design director is quite nice."
Charlotte was well aware that Justin’s daily work was hundreds to thousands of times busier than hers.
"Alright, Miss Thompson, can we now leave the office and head home?" Justin inquired.
Charlotte nodded her head, ready to get off Justin’s lap, but unexpectedly, he simply lifted her in a bridal carry.
Charlotte was startled, placing her hands on Justin’s chest, "Quickly put me down, I can walk by myself."
Justin lowered his head, closing the distance between them, "I want to hold you ."