,"Titus Zane, stop this drunken madness! Get down!" For the first time in his life, Nathan Moore felt very scared, because of Titus Zane’s recent actions.
Titus Zane let out a laugh while drunk, her consciousness blurring due to drinking too much, her body uncontrollably swayed backward, fortunately, she leaned forward in time and swayed back again.
"Haha... Nathan Moore, are you happy now, and feeling relieved..." Watching Nathan Moore, Titus Zane laughed with a ’haha’, it was early summer, and in the villa’s courtyard, under the window, the Rose Garden was full of rose buds ready to bloom, each pink bud telling people that summer had arrived.
But for Titus Zane, this season, the day Logan Ray got engaged, was her cold winter.
"Yes!" Nathan Moore stood at the door, not daring to step forward, fearing his approach would stimulate Titus Zane, causing her to become emotionally excited and do something extreme.
A pair of deep black eyes tightly watched Titus Zane’s shaking body, he remembered, last time Titus Zane got drunk and acted wild, she sat on the railing to scare him, back then he said, if you don’t want to live then jump down!
Now, Nathan Moore chose again to use reverse psychology, his hands tightened in the pockets of his trousers, he took a deep breath in secret, lifting his long legs and stepping into the room.
"Titus Zane, if you don’t want to live, just be straightforward about it, or else come down quickly."
"Haha..." Titus Zane laughed, her lips lifted into a brilliant arc, her eyes no longer cold but bewitching as if drugged.
"Nathan Moore, let’s make a deal."
"You say!" Nathan Moore paused mid-stride, his body tensed, and at the same time, an inexplicable panic and unrest grew in his heart.
Titus Zane turned her head to look at the Rose Garden below her, her figure unstable, swayed again which scared the nanny below into shouting out loud in fright.
Titus Zane managed to sway back safely again, turning back to face Nathan Moore, the arc of her lips still maintained.
"If I jump from here and I’m not dead, let me go..."
Although Titus Zane was drunk, housemaids said she had nearly drunk two bottles of red wine, but when Titus Zane said these words, Nathan Moore saw seriousness in her eyes.
Seriousness both sober and focused.
Nathan Moore slowly walked towards her, as if possessed by a ghost, he actually responded with an "okay". Titus Zane smiled, she knew this man was always heartless and cold.
A line of clear tears slid down from the corner of her eyes again, the arc of her lips like a blooming other-shore flower, brilliant yet somewhat glaring.
Looking past Nathan Moore, Titus Zane’s gaze landed on Olivia Zane, whose expression was tense all along, she raised her hand gently and waved, "Goodbye..." these two words whispered from the corner of her lips, Titus Zane slowly stretched out her arms.
Nathan Moore was startled, then he quickly rushed forward, but it was still a step too late, his outstretched hands grabbing only the elusive air. When he leaned over the balcony to look down, he saw.
In the air, Titus Zane spread her arms, like a withering leaf, slowly drifting downwards, Nathan Moore wasn’t sure if it was his illusion or reality, but he saw, as Titus Zane was falling down, her lips moved slightly, as if saying something.
Although there was no sound, but Nathan Moore saw it clearly.
Because Titus Zane told him—
"Ah..." Olivia Zane’s scream echoed in front of the door, her hands covering her lips, her pale doll-like face lost its color!
No! Titus Zane cannot die!
"Titus Zane must not die!"
The last sentence, Olivia Zane almost roared out.
"Spring girl! Call emergency now!"