Chapter 1370: Chapter 1370: Caught by Her Own Son
Justin Battleson shook his head slightly and hooked Charlotte Thompson’s palm with his fingers, pulling her effortlessly into his embrace.
"Be careful. You still have injuries."
Charlotte cautiously cooperated with Justin’s movements but began reminding him nonetheless.
"The doctor said I’m recovering well, and it’s no longer a problem. I didn’t go to the office today, so I just briefly caught up on what’s happening on the company’s side earlier."
Justin nodded and shared the key points of the video conference he had attended with Charlotte.
"The situation with Florienna Ellis is sorted now; we just need to wait for their next move."
Hearing Charlotte’s explanation, Justin smiled faintly, and while she wasn’t paying attention, he planted a gentle, fleeting kiss on her cheek.
"It must’ve been hard on you today with me not around," he said in his deep, magnetic voice.
Charlotte leaned against Justin’s chest and recounted everything that had happened at the office today.
When it came to the moments where she firmly stood her ground in the meeting room, Charlotte enthusiastically described her feelings to Justin.
"Honestly, seeing everyone with their heads down, not daring to say a word... that sense of accomplishment was incredible!"
Charlotte couldn’t help but lift her face, her eyes curling into a cheerful smile.
Justin listened attentively, then rested his chin on top of Charlotte’s head, her hair’s faint fragrance reaching his nose.
Watching Charlotte animatedly bring those mundane events to life, Justin’s face softened with affection. He couldn’t resist bending down and pressing a kiss on her forehead and eyes.
His Charlotte—why was she just so adorable?
Noticing Justin’s actions, Charlotte blinked and raised her head, meeting his deep, smiling gaze.
Under Justin’s stare, Charlotte became slightly flustered and wanted to shy away, but she discovered herself firmly enveloped in his arms, unable to escape.
Given Justin’s injuries, Charlotte didn’t dare to struggle excessively.
"Seems like Charlotte deserves all the credit this time."
Justin chuckled softly, his magnetic voice brushing against Charlotte’s ears. "I wonder what reward Charlotte should get?"
Hearing Justin’s words, Charlotte raised an eyebrow. "Why does it feel like you’re coaxing a child?"
"Then, Miss Charlotte Thompson... do you have anything you’d like?"
At that, Charlotte turned her head and tilted her chin upward slightly, planting a kiss on Justin’s lips.
"Then let Mr. Battleson’s injuries heal soon."
Justin’s gaze darkened, his throat moved visibly, and one hand came up to caress Charlotte’s cheek, his fingers rubbing gently against her soft skin with deliberate fondness.
"Perhaps if Miss Thompson encourages me a little, I might recover faster..."
As he spoke, Justin pressed his fingertips against Charlotte’s lips, slowly closing the distance between them.
Just as their lips were about to meet, a crisp voice rang out from the doorway of the study.
"Mommy, weren’t you asking Dad to come downstairs for dinner? Why are you now... woah... I didn’t see anything!"
Hank Thompson, who had just pushed open the door and entered, quickly raised his hands to cover his face upon seeing the scene in the room.
While his expression feigned an attitude of "see no evil," his rather naughty eagerness betrayed itself as his eyes sneakily peeked through the gaps between his fingers.
At this moment, Hank found himself both slightly embarrassed and glowing faintly with curiosity, wondering what he had stumbled into.
Instantly, Charlotte’s face flushed red, and she struggled to extricate herself from Justin’s arms...