"I should also thank Doctor Vincent for taking care of me during that time."
However, Charlotte's next words were like pouring oil on the fire, making Justin even more annoyed.
"He's not a gynecologist, why would he take care of you?"
Charlotte finally heard the awkwardness in Justin's tone, and she quickly turned her head to look at him, catching a glimpse of his increasingly sullen expression.
Charlotte moved closer to Justin, almost leaning her entire body into his embrace.
Then, she pinched her nose with her hand, scrunching up her facial features: "Justin, do you smell something sour?"
However, Justin still sat upright with composure, his lowered eyes indifferently sweeping over Charlotte's face.
In response to Justin's expression, Charlotte became even more brazen. She reached out to place her fingertip on the corner of Justin's lips, curving it upward, trying to make him smile.
"Mr. Battleson, are you jealous?"
