Chapter 973: Chapter 973: Sweet Torture
However, Justin Battleson had no intention of letting Charlotte go, even lowering his body to rest his chin on Charlotte’s shoulder.
"Who allowed you to get so close to him?"
Justin asked, his warm breath tickling the side of Charlotte’s neck, causing a tingling itch that made her involuntarily shrink her shoulders.
Charlotte rolled her eyes and said, "I’ve already said, a bug flew into his eyes."
"Doesn’t he have hands to remove it himself?" Justin retorted without hesitation, "Are you very familiar with this Vincent?"
The thought of Vincent calling Charlotte by a single name was something Justin simply could not feel comfortable with.
"We’ve known each other for a few years."
Leaning in Justin’s arms, Charlotte replied softly, "When I was unwell and pregnant in the hospital, he took care of me the whole time."
However, this truthful statement from Charlotte was like pouring oil on the fire for Justin.
Justin clenched his back teeth, while his palm on the back of Charlotte’s neck gently pinched the soft flesh there.
"Is he an internist or an obstetrician-gynecologist?"
All Charlotte could feel right now was as if she was steeping in jealousy, soaked in sourness all around.
"Do you know how hard it is to be pregnant? And with triplets at that," Charlotte said solemnly, leaving Justin speechless.
The time Charlotte perhaps least wanted to recall was her pregnancy.
That period was nothing short of a "sweet agony" for her.
"Vincent and I are just ordinary friends; he’s from Ashton, a place where the way of interacting with people tends to be somewhat more intimate," Charlotte explained.
But since Justin minded, it was fine for her to maintain a certain distance from Vincent.
"Charlotte..."
Justin looked down at Charlotte’s cheeks, clearly seeing the exhaustion in her eyes.
Charlotte was quite frightened today by Grace Thompson’s incident, even experiencing intense emotional stress, and there he was, not trusting her over this matter.
Justin felt nothing but self-reproach swelling in his heart.
"Charlotte, if you’re tired, take a rest, you can rely on me, I will always be there for you," Justin said softly.
His voice was like magic, truly relaxing Charlotte’s tense spirit.
Leaning against Justin’s chest, Charlotte heard the sound of his heartbeat, like a lullaby inducing sleep, allowing her to fall into a slumber within the warmth of his embrace.
Looking at Charlotte’s peaceful sleeping face, Justin couldn’t help but kiss her on the corner of her lips.
It tickled slightly, and she struggled a bit, but such effort was utterly insignificant.
Justin gazed down at Charlotte, who was clearly asleep, yet the frown on her forehead did not ease in the slightest.
"Charlotte, don’t push yourself too hard, I’m right here with you," Justin said in a low voice.
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"Charlotte Thompson! I am your biological father! How can you be so cruel to your father? You unfilial daughter!"
"Charlotte Thompson, you wretch! You should be under my feet, who allowed you to stand above me!"
"Charlotte, I was your boyfriend once, I know quite a few of your secrets!"
Voices seemed to come from nowhere, piercing into Charlotte’s ears one after another, confusing her mind.
In pain, Charlotte covered her ears to shut out the anger, but eventually, one by one, vile faces emerged before her.
They continued to accuse Charlotte, driving her to the edge of rationality.
Jump down, or stay here and be devoured.
Charlotte’s expression was dazed, yet as she hesitated, a little girl with a ponytail appeared before her.
"Mommy, Grace is hurting so much, what should I do, it hurts... Mommy, please save Grace..."