However, it was precisely because of that motion.
Charlotte Thompson saw it at a glance, the red mark at Justin Battleson's collar.
Charlotte could never mistake it, it was lipstick, a woman's lip print.
At that moment, she felt as if the blood running through her body had turned to ice.
Both alcohol and lipstick marks, so Justin Battleson had gone off to some pleasurable diversion.
Charlotte blinked dumbly, and by the time she snapped back to reality, Justin's kiss was almost upon her.
Just then, Charlotte firmly placed her hand against Justin's face.
Then she used all the strength she had to push Justin off her.
Justin, caught completely off-guard by Charlotte's actions, fell off the sofa and curled up in pain, his facial features twisted together.
As Justin looked up, his eyes met Charlotte's, which held a hint of a smile.
"Let's go somewhere else."
Charlotte leaned down and whispered to Justin lightly.
