Since they couldn't take the kids out for a big meal that evening, Charlotte Thompson stopped by a cake shop on her way home and bought some fruit cakes as compensation for the kids.
Charlotte hadn't heard Justin Battleson's response just now, and since she had already arrived at the villa, she naturally hung up the phone.
When Charlotte, holding the cake, was about to head to the living room, she suddenly noticed someone standing by the garage's side door.
Justin Battleson stepped forward naturally and took the things from Charlotte's hands. Feeling her slightly cold fingertips, his brows furrowed slightly, and he firmly clasped her hand in his own.
"Why are your hands so cold? Did you get caught in the rain?" Justin Battleson asked softly.
"It started raining when I was fetching the car from the parking lot. I got a bit wet, but it's nothing," Charlotte thought for a moment.
"There should be an umbrella in the trunk of your car, though."
