Justin Battleson didn't mince his words and looked straight at Charlotte Thompson in front of him, his dark eyes appearing to hold a lot of tenderness, staring at Charlotte with profound intensity.
The name stuck in Charlotte's heart, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.
Before she could react, the man arrogantly stepped forward, subconsciously closing the wooden door behind him. His handsome gaze rested quietly on Charlotte, his actions so smooth that it suggested this had been a long-considered move.
In Charlotte's room, the warm light was turned on, casting a soft glow. This light gently illuminated Justin's face, lending a softness to his flawless and exquisitely handsome features.
His demeanor turned softer and so did his voice subconsciously.
Justin Battleson had always prided himself on being detached, viewing many things in the world with indifference.