Half an hour later, Charlotte Thompson found herself staring blankly from the sofa, until the doorbell's urgent ringing brought her out of it.
A twinge of anticipation stirred within Charlotte as she shuffled in her slippers to answer the door.
As she drew it open, a familiar face awaited her.
Her gaze was icy, her hand, gripping the door, slightly tightened until the knuckles blanched.
"What are you doing here?"
Charlotte took a deep breath, her tone brisk. "I've made it perfectly clear over the phone."
With that said, she didn't even glance at the man before her and was about to close the door.
Anticipating her action, Justin Battleson hurriedly took a step forward, blocking the door, pain flickered in his eyes.
"Hear me out." His voice was deep, tinged with a raspy sound. "I admit that the post yesterday was due to my negligence, and I'll delete it right now."
He paused, his gaze falling on Charlotte, and his voice slightly trembled.
"Don't leave Riley Group, please?"