In the morning, Olivia Zane served Nathan Moore some millet porridge, placed a spoon in the bowl, then casually asked.
"Nathan, did you come back very late last night? Why didn’t sister come down for breakfast?"
Nathan Moore glanced subtly at the position of the stairs, where no one was around.
He averted his gaze back to the porridge and stirred it gently with the spoon, uttering a faint "Hmm".
Remembering Titus Zane’s tears, Nathan Moore furrowed his handsome brows, now finally convinced that women are made of water, otherwise, how could there be so many tears that neither wiping nor gentle kisses could end.
"Nathan, what’s wrong? Are you not happy?" Seeing Nathan Moore’s indifferent response, Olivia Zane widened her eyes in confusion.
Nathan Moore looked up, his thin lips curving slightly.
"No, just a bit tired."
"Tired?" Olivia Zane furrowed her brows in even greater confusion, "Has there been a lot going on at the company lately?"
He didn’t want to explain, but seeing Olivia Zane’s curious baby-like expression, he slightly curved his lips and lowered his dark eyes.
"Sometimes when a man says he’s tired, it’s not always because of work."
Olivia Zane immediately grasped Nathan Moore’s meaning. Tired not because of work, then because of what? Bed activities?
Smart as Olivia Zane, knowing when to be clever and when to play dumb, she always gauged it accurately.
Bowing her head and scooping her own bowl of millet porridge, she said caringly, "Tonight, I’ll have the kitchen prepare some nourishing herbal dishes to replenish your health."
"Hmm," Nathan Moore did not object, "Have Aunt Liu stew some oxtail."
The action of eating porridge halted, her gaze towards Nathan Moore filled with incredulity, her hand trembling slightly as she scooped the porridge.
If she remembered correctly, oxtail was most nourishing for men...
In the past, he used to consider her feelings, but now, did he just not care anymore?
Olivia Zane pouted in grievance.
Feeling the gaze on his face, Nathan Moore paused his spooning, looked up and met her eyes.
No words of comfort, just indifferently saying, "Eat quickly, it’s not good for your health if the porridge gets cold."
"Oh," Olivia Zane replied unwillingly, her usual favorite millet porridge now tasting bland.
In front of the villa, Olivia Zane sat in a wheelchair, helping Nathan Moore fasten the last button of his coat, smiling and waving her hand.
"Take it slow on the road, come back early tonight."
Watching Nathan Moore’s figure gradually fading away, Olivia Zane’s smile faded with it.
Turning her head, she coldly instructed the servant, "Push me back to my room."
Second floor, Olivia Zane’s bedroom.
Upon returning to her room, Olivia Zane immediately shut the door, wheeled herself to the bed, grabbed her mobile on the nightstand, and dialed a number.
"Mom... I think Nathan has changed his heart."
"How so?" On the other end, Ariana Evans was preparing for surgery, with her assistant standing behind helping her tie the sterile gown.
"He... he spent a long time in Titus Zane’s room last night..." Olivia Zane’s voice was tearful, the lack of solid evidence made her fearful, fearful that Nathan Moore might fall for Titus Zane, fearful of losing him.
"Wasn’t he also there before?" Ariana Evans put on sterile gloves, holding the phone to her ear with the help of her assistant.
"But it’s different now than before!" Olivia Zane spoke anxiously.
"What’s different?" Ariana Evans’s tone was cold, "Once or twice, if he can use this method to keep him why not?"
"But I don’t want to lose Nathan!"
"I don’t want to lose my daughter even more!" Ariana Evans’s tone became stern, "Hang up, I have to perform surgery." After speaking, she nodded to the assistant, who then took the phone away and ended the call.