Justin Battleson's eyes slightly widened.
Seeing that he didn't deny it, Henry Hudson's heart was on hold, and he cautiously asked:
"Mr. Battleson, you actually have feelings for Charlotte, don't you?"
Henry Hudson was very nervous, holding his breath.
If he really had to compete, he could never outdo Justin Battleson.
Be it in terms of means or background.
Therefore, in front of Justin Battleson, he felt somewhat inferior.
"It's you who likes her."
Justin Battleson's face darkened, and his voice followed: "Take good care of her."
Leaving these words behind, he walked away with his long legs, parting from this place.
However, the pace seemed to be somewhat hurried, as if he was trying to escape from something.
Henry Hudson was left standing there, the blush fading from his face, and his heart finally coming down from its suspense.
He took a deep breath.
However, to his surprise, his feelings had been so apparent that Justin Battleson had seen right into them.