Chapter 810: Chapter 810

Justin Battleson’s voice was gentle, rippling through the ink-like night, yet it carried a bone-chilling sense of loneliness.

Thinking back to Justin’s childhood, Charlotte Thompson turned her head and gently pressed her forehead against his.

"Justin, from now on, I’ll be by your side."

"Charlotte, meeting you is the greatest fortune of my life."

As a child, Justin wondered if he was a child abandoned by the heavens.

Otherwise, why would everything he cherished leave him?

Later, he chose to keep his emotions under wraps; he treated everything indifferently so that he would no longer care, and there would be no more cruel separations.

Until later, a girl with clear eyes burst into his life.

She was like the most intense and vivid color, gradually staining his world.

Now, Justin seemed to be thankful for the misfortunes he had encountered before; perhaps his luck was all spent on meeting Charlotte Thompson.

Justin unconsciously tightened his arms around Charlotte Thompson, pressing his cheek into the crook of her neck, greedily savoring the fragrance of her hair and the warmth of her skin.

The two of them nestled quietly in the night, bathed in moonlight, which scattered on their hair fluttering in the breeze.

The autumn evening was a bit cold; Charlotte Thompson came back to her senses, only to find that he seemed to have fallen asleep leaning against her.

Charlotte Thompson’s fingertips gently touched Justin’s cheek: "Justin?"

Charlotte Thompson spoke softly in a lowered voice.

But Justin seemed to be sleeping deeply and did not hear Charlotte Thompson’s voice.

Charlotte thought that Justin must have been very tired recently.

She was worried that Justin might fall ill, but she didn’t forcefully wake him up; instead, she helped him up to the car.

She carefully placed Justin’s body in the back seat, and just as Charlotte Thompson was about to close the car door, a force grasped her arm, pulling her forward and directly into an embrace.

Charlotte Thompson exclaimed as she collided with Justin’s chest.

She looked up in astonishment only to find Justin’s eyes clear and awake, far from looking sleepy.

Charlotte felt as though Justin had played a prank on her.

"What’s the matter?" Justin blinked innocently at Charlotte Thompson.

In fact, he had woken up when Charlotte Thompson first called him, but he didn’t move at all.

Otherwise, with Charlotte Thompson’s strength, how could she have possibly helped him into the car?

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Charlotte Thompson turned to leave the car, but Justin wouldn’t give her the chance.

"Charlotte, I know I was wrong."

Justin held Charlotte Thompson’s waist, whispering in her ear.

Seeing she could not pull away from Justin’s grip, Charlotte Thompson simply ignored his words and didn’t respond to him.

Seeing Charlotte Thompson’s lack of reaction, Justin’s lips curled into a light smile; he leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing Charlotte Thompson’s ear.

Justin murmured nasally, his voice filled with ambiguity and allure, making Charlotte Thompson’s heart feel half-numbed.

She bit her lower lip, yet still didn’t respond.

Justin grew even bolder, his gentle kiss trailing down Charlotte Thompson’s cheek, his hand originally around her waist starting to become restless, fingers slipping under her hem.

Charlotte Thompson, her cheeks flushed red, held down Justin’s hand and turned to glare at him.

"Didn’t Charlotte say she was still angry and didn’t want to talk to me?" Justin showed no sign of restraint.

Charlotte Thompson squirmed uncomfortably, her voice becoming tender and almost overflowing: "Justin... stop..."

"Stop what, Charlotte?" Justin’s voice deepened.