Justin Battleson's deep, magnetic voice carried infinite affection.
Charlotte Thompson lowered her eyes a bit shyly, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows beneath them.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a few children looking at her and Justin Battleson with great interest, and Charlotte pushed his chest a bit bashfully.
"The kids are watching."
However, Justin Battleson's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he whispered something in Charlotte's ear, instantly turning her ears red.
She cast a playful glance at Justin Battleson, but before she could speak, he had already grabbed her hand and led her out of the Thompson Family residence.
Behind them seemed to be the resentful voices of brothers.
"It's already so late, where are we going?" Charlotte tried hard to appear calm and natural.
But her heart felt like a restless little rabbit, about to leap out.
"Home, unless you have somewhere else in mind?"
