Chapter 993: Chapter 993: It’s Actually That Person
In the evening, Charlotte Thompson put the children to bed. Initially, the children wanted her to stay with them, but ultimately, Justin Battleson put a stop to their scheme.
After telling them stories and making sure they were all sound asleep, Charlotte left the room.
She cautiously closed the door behind her and then straightened up.
"You’ve worked hard," said Justin Battleson, who was waiting outside the door. When he saw Charlotte coming out, he embraced her waist.
Charlotte shook her head.
Now that it was just the two of them, Charlotte leaned into Justin’s embrace, placing all her weight on him.
Justin lifted Charlotte horizontally and carried her back to their room.
He gently laid Charlotte on the bed and softly caressed her eyebrows and eyes.
However, just then, Charlotte’s phone on the table started vibrating again. Charlotte intended to get up and reach for it, but Justin pressed her shoulders back down to the bed.
Charlotte looked up at Justin, somewhat puzzled.
Justin sighed softly, "Look at how worn out you’ve been lately. Rest well, I’ll take care of your work."
"It’s nothing urgent," Charlotte shook her head.
"Listen, go take a shower and then get some sleep," Justin spoke in a tone that brooked no refusal, filled with tenderness.
Sitting on the bed, Charlotte blinked pitifully.
Justin bent down, propping his hands next to Charlotte, "If you don’t feel like moving, I can help you."
Hearing this, Charlotte quickly sat up straight, "I can manage by myself."
With that, she rushed off into the bathroom.
Justin walked over to the desk and glanced at Charlotte’s phone, noticing that it was Coco.
He sent a message to Michael Richard, asking Coco to relay any necessary information to him.
It didn’t take long for Michael Richard to reply.
Justin looked at the information on his phone, his eyes flickering slightly.
He hadn’t expected it to be that person.
"Keep an eye on it, and get those new products out soon. As for that one, just keep it," Justin texted Michael Richard instructions.
Shortly thereafter, Charlotte came out of the shower.
She was drying her damp hair with a towel and saw Justin sitting on the bed reading. Curious, she walked over.
"Is that Italian?" Charlotte asked.
Recognizing the text on Justin’s book because she knew a phrase or two in Italian.
Justin nodded, then turned his head and saw Charlotte draping the towel over her head.
Having just showered, Charlotte’s cheeks were slightly flushed and her eyes appeared somewhat misty from the humidity.
Drops of water dripped from the tips of her hair but were soon absorbed cleanly by her bathrobe.
"What is the book about?"
Charlotte’s attention was still on Justin’s book while he had already stood up, took the towel from Charlotte’s hand, and handed her the book.
Hearing Charlotte’s question, Justin hesitated for a moment before slowly responding, "It could be considered a fairy tale."
"A fairy tale?" Charlotte blinked in surprise.
But when Charlotte turned her head again, Justin had already come over with a hairdryer.
"You even read fairy tales," Charlotte couldn’t help but smile.
She intended to take the hairdryer, but Justin showed no intention of handing it over.