Chapter 612: Chapter 612 I Love You
Justin Battleson raised his hand to ruffle a few stray hairs on her head, softly saying, "I love you."
Turning awkwardly, Justin didn’t see her ears, now tinted with a faint blush.
It was already ten o’clock when they returned from the night market. Charlotte Thompson changed her shoes and walked into the living room wearing slippers, seeing Jordan Thompson holding a cushion whilst listlessly staring at the TV screen.
His favorite TV show had ended. He’d watched it over and over again before he would let it rest, and on the day it ended, he seemed lost for a few hours as if heartbroken.
However, it lasted only for a few hours.
After all, he needed to be in high spirits to engage in his daily squabbles with Justin.
Charlotte moved lightly to sit next to Jordan, lowering her voice to ask, "Have the children gone to bed?"
Hearing this, Jordan squinted his eyes and turned his head, "Of course, they’ve been asleep for a while now."
"Strange," Charlotte poured herself a glass of water from the table, took a small sip, and spoke with a smirk, "Has Mr. Thompson turned a new leaf? Decided to come home early instead of gallivanting about?"
At the end of her sentence, Jordan yawned and replied, "I was about to go to the bar, but I was scared off by a barrage of calls from Mr. Thompson. I even threw my phone a great distance, thinking he had someone watching me."
Charlotte held back a laugh. Mr. Thompson would never do such a thing. As long as Jordan didn’t make a fuss at home, he would turn a blind eye.
Charlotte paused for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Why did Mr. Thompson call?"
Hearing her question, Jordan glanced at her, "Mr. Thompson wanted to ask about your current situation, but your phone was switched off, so he called me instead."
Phone switched off?
Charlotte took her phone out of her bag and looked at it.
It was indeed turned off. She had been in such a rush when she went out today that she had forgotten to charge her phone.
She quickly plugged in the charger and after a few minutes, she walked over to the balcony and returned Mr. Thompson’s call in the cold wind.
The call was answered after more than ten seconds. Charlotte gripped her phone, apologizing, "Grandpa, sorry, my phone died and shut down on its own."
On the other side, Mr. Thompson was nodding off on the sofa. Hearing her apology, he amiably chuckled and asked, "It’s alright, Charlotte. Are you accustomed to living in Druarus?"
Upon hearing his question, Charlotte smiled with her eyes squinted, and her other hand loosely rested on the railing.
The railing was freezing cold.
"I’m fine, grandpa. You don’t need to worry about me.", she paused, then asked, "By the way, how are you feeling?"
In response to her question, Mr. Thompson’s energetic voice came through the phone, "I’m in good health. Your older brother is taking care of the company affairs while I spend my days sunbathing. I’m living comfortably."
"That’s good."
Charlotte lowered her eyelids, a hint of struggle flashing in her eyes.
She hadn’t mentioned anything about Justin to Mr. Thompson or her brother yet, and now seemed like the perfect opportunity.
But when the words were about to leave her mouth, Charlotte hesitated.
She was aware of her brother’s stance. That’s why she’d been putting it off. Now, telling Mr. Thompson, she wasn’t sure how he’d react.
Feeling somewhat uneasy, Charlotte tightened her grip on her phone. She was about to speak when she heard the voice of the housekeeper from the other side.
"Mr. Thompson, it’s getting late. You should go to bed."
Then came Mr. Thompson’s voice: "I’m on a call with Charlotte. Wait a moment."
Charlotte pressed her lips together, deciding to keep it to herself for the time being. She said, "Grandpa, you should go to bed now. I’ll call you another day."
After exchanging a few more pleasantries, she hung up the phone.