Pursed his lips again and lowered his gaze, throughout the night, Nathan Moore seemed somewhat unable to face Titus Zane, let alone make eye contact with her.
Because, the light in her eyes was no longer cold, when looking at him, there was no longer hidden hatred and fear. The her now was enchanting, exuding a seductive aura from her very bones, like a seasoned veteran navigating through men, her demeanor and speech wrapped in allure.
Seeing her , Nathan Moore had a kind of illusion.
It was as if she was a fake Titus Zane, an imposter wearing her face and voice.
With the wine glass slightly turning in his hand, Nathan Moore said,
"If... you don’t mind... you could... work at my company,"
He paused here, his dark eyes lifting to meet Titus Zane’s gaze seriously, "Don’t rely on men, they... are unreliable."
When he said this, Nathan Moore’s gaze shifted away again, even flickering a bit, worried she might feel embarrassed, and also worried she might get angry.
Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Titus Zane actually started to laugh, her smile indescribable as she looked at him.
She took a sip of her cocktail, Titus Zane raised an eyebrow, "It’s just mutual benefit, I won’t rely on any man."
Titus Zane’s words were a rejection, but also seemed like an explanation.
After finishing, she turned her gaze forward again, leisurely sipping her cocktail.
"What about Mr. Colt then!" Watching Titus Zane’s profile, Nathan Moore blurted out the accusatory words.
Even though he didn’t understand much before, having spent nearly a year together, he knew somewhat of her preferences and temperament.
The her from before was arrogant, like a Fairy uninvolved in worldly matters, calm and bland, wearing her hatred for him and her own humiliation openly, unlike now, with inconsistent words and actions.
Even now, with her attire and the watch on her wrist almost costing a seven-figure sum, she still denies relying on men.
One might ask, a woman, without a husband and without a profession, what does she rely on to maintain her life? And still with branded items around, if not... relying on men!
Titus Zane paused as she drank her cocktail, the cylindrical glass still at her lips, turning her gaze towards Nathan Moore, her expression indiscernible, disappointment or something else, after a few seconds, she slowly spoke.
"Sometimes what the eyes see isn’t necessarily the truth!"
It’s true she earns money from men, but not in the way outsiders see it.
Surviving by sleeping with men for money, she truly disdains such actions.
Turning back again, Titus Zane’s expression became somewhat somber, her gaze coldly penetrating.
Nathan Moore knew, he... had peeled back her scar, putting her in an awkward position.
He didn’t want her to become such a woman either, selling herself for money, but...
The truth was right there, on that night, every man in the private room knew, she was Colt Thornton’s kept Mistress, and he was glad he was there, otherwise, being caught red-handed by Colt Thornton’s wife, he didn’t know how the powerless her would have handled it.
Nathan Moore lowered his gaze and drank most of the red wine, not saying anything further, just saw Titus Zane finish the rest of her cocktail in one gulp, then grabbed her wallet, pulling out several bills.
"I’ll pay." Nathan Moore quickly said, but got directly refused by Titus Zane.
"No thanks!" She slapped the bills on the bar, hopped off the high stool, grabbed her mobile phone, raised her chin, and walked away.
She didn’t even greet Nathan Moore.
Watching the woman raise her swan-like graceful neck, striding towards the bar’s door with a proud posture, Nathan Moore knew, she... was angry, because of his overly direct words.
Turning back, he poured some more drink into his high glass, lightly sipped it, one hand holding the body of the glass, the other touching the round base, Nathan Moore’s eyes appeared somewhat dazed.