CHAPTER 1595: CHAPTER 1595: JUSTIN BATTLESON NOW BELONGS TO HER

The cleaning staff arranged the towels in their hands. After answering Riley’s inquiry, she pushed the cleaning cart and walked out.

"A young couple?"

Riley repeated the words mentioned by the cleaning staff earlier. Just as she was about to continue speaking, she felt uncomfortable and shook her head.

"Mr. Battleson..."

Riley called softly with a slightly dazed look, raising her hand to grab Justin Battleson’s sleeve. Before Justin could pull his hand away, her body limply fell towards him.

With quick reflexes, Justin sidestepped, watching Riley fall to the ground.

Justin wasn’t concerned about Riley’s sudden fainting. Just as he was about to turn and leave, a dizzying feeling rushed to his brain.

This caused Justin’s steps to stagger. He silently cursed and pressed his hand to his temple, preparing to walk quickly out of the room.

However, just as Justin was about to reach the handle, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

After Justin collapsed, the room remained silent for a moment. Then, Riley, lying on the ground, suddenly opened her eyes, looking perfectly conscious.

Still, she cautiously glanced at Justin not far away. Only after making slight noises without any response did she confidently get up from the floor.

"That hurt like hell."

Riley rubbed her arm. She had fallen hard just now, and if it weren’t for the carpet, she felt her bones might have broken.

Turning to stand before Justin, Riley glared at him with resentment.

She had purposely fallen toward Justin’s embrace, yet he directly dodged.

Recalling Justin’s indifferent attitude when he saw her, Riley clenched her fists unwillingly.

She bent down, half-kneeling in front of Justin.

"Justin Battleson, my face already resembles hers so closely, yet you still won’t spare me a glance."

As she spoke, Riley raised her hand, seeming to want to touch Justin’s face, but her outstretched fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Riley didn’t know if she was feeling fear or excitement, but the only thing she knew was—

Justin Battleson now belonged to her.

...

Charlotte didn’t know what would happen next; at this moment, she was sitting in a cake shop with Annie Anne.

"Is it done?" Charlotte looked at Annie across from her.

"Yeah, the photos have all been sent over."

Deleting the missed call notification on the interface, Annie’s lips curved into a smile with a hint of implication, then she returned Charlotte’s phone to her.

"I accidentally dropped my phone a few days ago, and the camera stopped working. I was too lazy to get a new one, but now it seems I have no choice."

Annie sighed, and as she turned her head, her gaze was drawn to the other side of the counter.

"The cake seems to be ready. We should hurry and take it back to the kids."

Hearing Annie’s words, Charlotte turned her head. Sure enough, she saw the staff at the counter beckoning to them.

"I’ll just go to the restroom first, wait for me."

Annie stood up with Charlotte and pointed towards the other direction of the counter.

Charlotte nodded and as she walked to the counter, she looked at the cake displayed, its sweet aroma wafting into her nose.

Indeed, sweets do brighten one’s mood.