Justin Battleson didn't normally cook, but Charlotte knew very well that his cooking skills were excellent.
"Delicious, Justin, I think if you opened a restaurant, it would definitely become an instant hit," Charlotte said to Justin Battleson.
"I wouldn't."
Justin Battleson reached out to me and used his thumb to wipe off a bit of food residue at the corner of Charlotte's mouth.
"Why?" Charlotte's face turned red from his gesture.
She was no longer a child, how could she still get food on her face.
"Because I only want to cook for you," Justin said mildly.
"Then I certainly won't pay the chef Justin," Charlotte said, propping her chin up, looking at Justin.
Justin lifted his gaze, his dark pupils holding only the reflection of Charlotte.
"I would find it as sweet as candy."
His thin lips parted slightly, saying so slowly.
Charlotte felt a sweetness blooming within her and, feeling a bit embarrassed, she gently bit her lower lip and averted her gaze.