Chapter 1300: Chapter 1300: Cold War
Charlotte Thompson fell silent.
Actually, after much thought, this was the only explanation that made sense.
"So, you ran out here after your cold war with Justin Battleson?" Annie Anne asked.
Charlotte nodded.
"I thought it’d be better to speak out directly since there seems to be some misunderstanding. It wouldn’t be good if anything unexpected happened, especially since Justin loves you so much, he definitely wouldn’t bear to hurt you."
Annie Anne reached out to pat Charlotte’s shoulder, consoling her in a soft and gentle voice, then handed her the chopsticks that were on the table.
"If you don’t eat now, the noodles will go all clumpy."
Charlotte paused for a moment as she took the chopsticks, and turned to look at Annie sitting next to her.
"Are you... hungry?"
Annie’s expression suddenly gained a hint of subtlety: "Don’t tell me you cooked too much."
"Just... suddenly not feeling all that hungry," Charlotte confessed, feeling a bit guilty as she touched her nose.
"You’re like the nemesis on my road to dieting."
Annie glared at Charlotte before getting up to get another set of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen.
"You’re still dieting?" Charlotte’s pitch rose involuntarily at the mention of dieting.
"I remember you were just on a diet not long ago."
"No way around it, that’s the character I’m playing in my new movie. You know, the kind that’s described as having a figure ’slender as a willow’..."
Annie nibbled on her chopsticks, muttering softly, "And I thought I’d finally get to wear those floaty, ethereal costumes in a fantasy drama."
"Your new script is set in the... Republican era, isn’t it?"
Charlotte pondered the previous conversations she had with Annie.
Then, she snapped her fingers, a look of surprise spreading across her face.
"Is the fantasy drama set in the Republican era that you’re in called... Indul..."
"Indulgence."
Annie slowly exhaled the name of the drama, looking at Charlotte somewhat puzzled,
"I don’t recall telling you the name of the drama I’m in."
"You didn’t tell me, but my company did. Recently our design team took on the contract for the lead actress’s wardrobe in a drama, seems to be for yours."
Charlotte recalled carefully, realizing that it was indeed the case.
"Really? What a coincidence?"
Annie blinked in disbelief, then touched her chin and pondered for a while before saying, "Indeed, our drama crew is quite affluent, so it makes sense to have your company design the lead actress’s clothes."
"No wonder they want you to diet."
Charlotte eyed the Annie in front of her and then pressed her hand onto her soft belly, teasingly saying, "Can’t have a tummy bulge in a cheongsam, right?"
"I’ve been consistently working out to maintain my figure, there’s no way I’ll have a belly." Annie batted Charlotte’s hand away, tapping the bowl of noodles with her chopsticks.
"This is your late-night snack, you better eat it."
"We agreed to share it, I can’t be the only one getting fat."
...
In the presidential suite of a certain club.
Adam Ross and Harper Gibson sat side by side on the sofa, both of their gazes fixed on Justin Battleson, who was sitting opposite them.
In front of the three of them on the table was an assortment of fine liquors.
Justin didn’t say much, his long fingers clasping a glass of wine, the amber liquid inside casting fragmented light through the uneven lines of the glass as the clear ice cubes tinkled against its sides.
His gaze was slightly restrained, yet his expression revealed none of his inner thoughts.