Justin Battleson's voice was unmistakably gentle, yet it sent a chill down Charlotte Thompson's spine.
At this moment, she seemed to truly realize that the Justin Battleson she knew might not be the complete picture.
The man in front of her could do the harshest things with the gentlest gaze.
Seemingly reading the astonishment in Charlotte's eyes, a soft sound came from his throat, followed by a gentle hand covering her eyes.
"Sorry, have I frightened you with my appearance?"
The brutal exposure of his ugly scars unavoidably led Justin to reminisce about certain things.
He remembered the person he detested to the core.
Charlotte lay quietly under Justin's palm, her eyes closed in peace.
She knew why he was in such a state now.
Charlotte sighed and then tightened her lips around her arms that embraced Justin's waist, pulling him even closer.
