"But how did you know my finger size?"
Nestled in Justin Battleson's embrace, Charlotte Thompson looked at the ring on her finger and asked curiously.
Because she often needed to make her own clothes or draw design sketches, Charlotte's hands were always clean, never wearing any jewelry.
"Did you secretly measure it while I was sleeping?"
Turning over in Justin Battleson's arms, Charlotte asked with great curiosity.
Justin Battleson's eyebrow twitched slightly, then he wrapped Charlotte's hand in his own palms.
Although he didn't directly answer, such a reaction was as good as acknowledging Charlotte's question.
"Charlotte, once everything is over, let's remarry and have a wedding, okay?"
Justin Battleson rested his chin on Charlotte's neck, holding her in his arms, and softly asked her.
"A wedding?"
When she heard these two words, Charlotte was visibly stunned.
It was as if some long-forgotten memory surfaced again in her mind.
"You don't want to?"
