As Justin Battleson was about to turn around and leave, he was suddenly held back by a tender little hand.
Charlotte Thompson murmured softly in her daze, "Don't play around...Justin..."
Her voice was sweet and soft, tinged with a hint of coyness.
Those four words made Justin Battleson's heart thud unexpectedly.
This little woman, she dared to call him Justin...
Unbeknownst to her, the Justin Charlotte was referring to was Chad Thompson, not Justin Battleson.
But Justin Battleson was unaware, an inadvertent smile flickering across his face as his dark eyes brightened.
"Goodnight." Justin Battleson bent down, leaving a kiss on her forehead, his voice soft as though it could melt into water.
He quietly closed the door and turned off the lights, leaving the room filled with Charlotte's scent.
In the darkness, Charlotte seemed to sense something, furrowed her eyebrows, turned over, and fell back into a deep sleep.
Over at Evelyn Curtis's place.