Chapter 1309: Chapter 1309: Lipstick Mark
However, it was precisely because of that motion.
Charlotte Thompson saw it at a glance, the red mark at Justin Battleson’s collar.
Charlotte could never mistake it, it was lipstick, a woman’s lip print.
At that moment, she felt as if the blood running through her body had turned to ice.
Both alcohol and lipstick marks, so Justin Battleson had gone off to some pleasurable diversion.
Charlotte blinked dumbly, and by the time she snapped back to reality, Justin’s kiss was almost upon her.
Just then, Charlotte firmly placed her hand against Justin’s face.
Then she used all the strength she had to push Justin off her.
Justin, caught completely off-guard by Charlotte’s actions, fell off the sofa and curled up in pain, his facial features twisted together.
As Justin looked up, his eyes met Charlotte’s, which held a hint of a smile.
"Let’s go somewhere else."
Charlotte leaned down and whispered to Justin lightly.
Justin sat on the floor in a daze, until Charlotte, who had already started up the staircase, called out his name.
"What are you still doing there? Come on." As she spoke, Charlotte gestured to Justin, beckoning him with her hand.
Justin felt his heart race uncontrollably; he clenched his palm and quickly followed Charlotte’s footsteps.
He saw Charlotte lead him into the bedroom, into the bathroom.
Finally, Charlotte stood in front of the bathtub, showing Justin a tender smile: "How about it, do you like it here?"
Justin looked at Charlotte before him, his throat moving up and down.
Why did it feel like Charlotte in front of him had changed so much?
Blinking his eyes, Justin finally found his voice again, pressing a hand against the buttons on his chest and leisurely began to unfasten them.
"As long as Charlotte treasures it, anything is fine."
Justin stepped towards Charlotte, reaching out his hand to draw her into his arms.
But unexpectedly, Charlotte dodged aside and then slammed her hand onto Justin’s shoulder, pushing him straight into the bathtub.
"Then you can enjoy yourself all alone!"
Charlotte turned on the shower next to her and threw it on Justin, glaring at him fiercely, then immediately turned and left the bathroom.
Justin, chilled by the cold water from the shower, started violently and even choked on a few mouthfuls, sitting half-dressed in the bathtub in a bit of disarray, naturally waking up sober.
"Charlotte... cough cough..."
When he looked up, Charlotte was nowhere to be seen, leaving Justin looking befuddled.
It was fine just a second ago, how could she have changed her demeanor so suddenly?
Standing up from the bathtub, Justin hastily combed through his wet hair, but as he looked down, he noticed the red mark on the top of his shirt.
In an instant, it was as if Justin had been struck by lightning, frozen on the spot, motionless.
"What is this?"
Justin’s pupils constricted as he rapidly recalled everything in his mind.
"How’s that possible?"
As the previous events became clearer in his mind, Justin’s expression darkened even further.
He muttered to himself, then ran straight out of the bathroom.
"Charlotte!"
...
Angered, Charlotte drove off, speeding on the road.
After almost toiling away the whole night with Justin, Charlotte emerged from the villa once more as the world outside began to brighten.
The light of dawn began to spread a faint glow across the ashen area of the sky, slowly spreading into a pale radiance.