Justin Battleson lowered his gaze, his fingers gently grazing his lips, as if he was mourning something with absolute devotion and care.
He looked up at the woman, witnessing the same familiar coldness in her eyes that he always had.
From the moment they met again, such expressions, he had seen too much.
His fingertips trembled slightly, he tilted his head back, closed his eyes for a brief moment, and when he reopened them, his eyes were filled with familiar extreme pride.
Every time he showed such expressions, he was strategizing in the business arena, or when he was determined to navigate the world of human relationships.
But this time was different.
This time, it was for a decent farewell to Charlotte Thompson.
He took a step forward and spread his arms in an open embrace.
However, just as he expected, Charlotte Thompson frowned slightly, the chill in her eyes intensified and she stepped back in disgust.
