Chapter 194 Thorny Roses

"Charlotte Thompson was like a diminutive feline hiding lethal claws, sensing danger, she would bare her fangs and claws without hesitation.

A rose with thorns.

At his words, Charlotte blinked, but then laughed: "You flatter me."

At some unknown point, the pitch-black night had turned into a curtain of rain.

The rain pattered on the ground, making a crispy sound.

A slight chill in the air seeped into their skin, bringing a liberating pleasure.

Not far off, a bodyguard jogged down from a vehicle, holding an umbrella.

He stood in front of Justin Battleson, intending to hold the umbrella for him.

But in the next second, the umbrella had already left the bodyguard's hand and ended up in Justin's.

The man opened the umbrella, the brunt of it over Charlotte.

He nodded slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Miss Thompson, shall we go together?"