Chapter 1220: Chapter 1220: Continuing to Provoke
"I should also thank Doctor Vincent for taking care of me during that time."
However, Charlotte’s next words were like pouring oil on the fire, making Justin even more annoyed.
"He’s not a gynecologist, why would he take care of you?"
Charlotte finally heard the awkwardness in Justin’s tone, and she quickly turned her head to look at him, catching a glimpse of his increasingly sullen expression.
Charlotte moved closer to Justin, almost leaning her entire body into his embrace.
Then, she pinched her nose with her hand, scrunching up her facial features: "Justin, do you smell something sour?"
However, Justin still sat upright with composure, his lowered eyes indifferently sweeping over Charlotte’s face.
In response to Justin’s expression, Charlotte became even more brazen. She reached out to place her fingertip on the corner of Justin’s lips, curving it upward, trying to make him smile.
"Mr. Battleson, are you jealous?"
Justin quickly caught Charlotte’s fingertip, giving it a gentle bite as punishment.
His bite wasn’t hard, only making Charlotte’s fingertip feel a bit numb. She wanted to pull her finger back, but how could Justin let her do so? He used his arm to forcefully pull her into his embrace.
"Deliberate?" Justin’s voice was slow and leisurely.
His tone rose slightly at the end, as if he was casually asking a question, but the depth of his voice conveyed a hint of danger.
Seeing Justin like this, Charlotte didn’t dare to provoke him further and obediently leaned against his chest.
"Doctor Vincent and I are just ordinary friends. It was also he who discovered Grace’s heart condition. He was initially in charge of Grace’s treatment, so I inevitably had some contact with him."
Charlotte paused at this point.
"But now, Grandmother has already arranged a full set of equipment at Stardust Garden, along with doctors. So, Grace doesn’t need to keep going to the hospital for treatment, and I won’t have to see Doctor Vincent as often. With that being the case, can Mr. Battleson feel at ease now?"
Charlotte also thought about how Doctor Vincent had helped her fix her hair earlier, which might have looked too intimate, and Justin probably saw it when he arrived.
Charlotte’s words finally eased Justin’s expression a bit.
He glanced at Charlotte but made no move to let her go.
Seeing this, Charlotte lifted her upper body closer to Justin.
"Could it be that Mr. Battleson is still angry?"
A tinge of grievance crept into Charlotte’s voice.
Justin remained silent; Charlotte simply sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Justin."
Charlotte softly called out Justin’s name, her tender tone akin to coquettishness, brushing against Justin’s heart.
However, Justin still did not react, as if waiting to see what Charlotte would do next.
Charlotte, seeing Justin unmovable as a mountain, pursed her lips: "But you know, when it comes down to it, you’re to blame for today’s incident. If you had come earlier, none of those things would have happened, right?"
Seeing this, Justin’s hand, which was originally resting lightly on Charlotte’s waist, applied a bit more pressure.
She had learned to shift the blame skillfully.
Yet seeing Charlotte’s unreasonable manner, Justin found himself at a loss for words and could only punish her in another way...