Chapter 395: Chapter 395: Charlotte Thompson, I surrender.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Charlotte felt the child in her arms shudder violently.
She paused for a second, instinctively lowering her head to look at him.
Jack suddenly choked back a sob. His eyes were frighteningly red. The tears stubbornly refusing to fall.
Charlotte immediately became flustered. She tried to soften her voice as she gently asked: "Sweetheart, why are you crying? Did Mommy say something wrong?"
Upon hearing this, Jack shook his head. His low-hanging eyes full of sorrow.
A tinge of sadness in his voice.
"If mommy wants us to talk with that man, does it mean she wants to send us away?"
Charlotte’s heart gave a painful lurch.
She quickly hugged Jack, denying it in a low voice: "Never. Both of you are mommy’s treasures. Not only if you don’t want to acknowledge Adam Ross, even if you do, mommy might not let you go away."
She gently stroked Jack’s cheek, her tone indulgent: "This time, mommy is just letting you meet the man who brought you into this world. You still have to grow up with me. I will always be your mommy."
Hearing this, the sense of anxiety in the children’s hearts finally lifted.
Jack nuzzled against Charlotte’s chin, his voice still had a nasal ring: "Mommy, thank you."
Charlotte’s heart melted. She kissed the children’s cheeks before standing up.
"Chad, Jack, it’s still early. I’ve said what I needed to, sleep a bit more and I’ll call you in a little."
Seeing the children obediently lying in bed, she tucked them in before slipping out of the room quietly.
Back in her room, she yawned tiredly, picking up her phone to check the time. Only ten minutes had passed.
However, what caught her eye was the dozen or so unread messages on the locked screen.
Charlotte hesitated for a second before clicking open the messages.
All the messages were from a single sender, Justin Battleson.
Remembering what happened yesterday night, an unusual feeling slowly rose in Charlotte’s heart.
She was suddenly afraid to see these messages.
But eventually, her curiosity won over. She opened the messages and began reading them one by one.
"It’s now 5:40, I dreamt of you last night, Sophie Allen of five years ago."
"I know you want to deny it, but it’s useless. You are Sophie Allen. The passage of five years changes nothing, and neither will ten or twenty in the future. Time cannot erase who you are."
"You aren’t with Adam Ross, are you?"
"Charlotte, why do you always bare your claws at me when we are together, like a cat that had its fur ruffled? What should I do with you?"
"Charlotte, I think I’m beaten."
After reading the messages, Charlotte felt a throb in her heart, a tingling pain spreading from around her heart.
Justin Battleson, a man who used to be cold, aloof and distant, was now saying such words to her.
Is he really ready to compromise with her?
Charlotte pursed her lips and turned off her phone, albeit with some irritability, running her fingers through her hair.
She really needed a good sleep. All these things needed to stay away from her for some time.
With that thought, she put down her phone, turned towards the bathroom.
After hurriedly showering, she put on her pajamas, pulled the curtains, and lay down on the comfortable bed, closing her eyes in an effort to fall asleep.
But she tossed and turned, her mind filled with the contents of the messages.