Charlotte Thompson gave a gentle cough, straightened her body, the lingering warmth finally fading from her face. She looked at the man who was extremely close to her, feeling a little awkward as she coughed again.
Her delicate, boneless hand formed a fist, gently rubbing at her lips. As if recalling something, she turned to look at Justin Battleson, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "Shouldn't you be in the conference room for a meeting at this time?"
The company had a daily meeting every noon to report work progress to the President or present new suggestions, usually convened by Justin Battleson personally.
She didn't expect Charlotte to remember this.
Justin Battleson's lips curled up, tenderness filling his eyes. He couldn't help but lift his hand, gently tousling her hair. He caught her confused gaze, saying, "How did you become so naive after starting a relationship?"
Charlotte: "..."