,"I don’t have a home," Titus Zane murmured again into Nathan Moore’s embrace, his words a drunken mumble, yet Nathan Moore could hear a sense of helpless sadness in them.
Without hesitation, one hand wrapping around Titus Zane’s waist, the other pulled a wallet from the coat pocket and tossed it on the bar counter, telling the Bartender, "Whatever the amount, just swipe it yourself!"
The Bartender came over, took one look at him, took the wallet, swiped a card on the POS machine, and then placed it back in the wallet.
Pocketing the wallet, Nathan Moore grabbed Titus Zane’s handbag, bent down to lift her horizontally, and strode towards the club’s exit.
"Where are you taking me?"
Groggily, Titus Zane raised her hand and lightly punched Nathan Moore. Her small fist lightly hitting his chest didn’t hurt, but such a restless action almost made her fall to the ground. Fortunately, Nathan Moore, with quick reflexes, caught her in his arms again.
His handsome brows furrowed as he sternly scolded.
"Stay calm! Hold on to me!"
"Always scolding me... All these years, still the same..." Titus Zane complained dissatisfiedly, yet obediently wrapped her arms around Nathan Moore’s neck, holding him tightly.
Subconsciously, Titus Zane’s dependence on Nathan Moore was evident in her actions.
Nathan Moore’s lips curved more distinctly, and he quickened his steps.
The parking valet stopped the car in front of the club, came over and helped to open the back door, but was stopped by Nathan Moore.
"Open the passenger door."
The valet obediently opened the passenger door, stuffed Titus Zane into the car, and Nathan Moore quickly went around to the driver’s side.
He buckled Titus Zane’s seatbelt, then locked the doors to prevent any accidents when she might become restless, and Nathan Moore then drove away with peace of mind.
A bottle of red wine, he had barely drunk any, as the drunken woman in the passenger seat had consumed it all.
Therefore, he had a clear view of the road ahead.
His heart fluttering like a restless little rabbit, Nathan Moore occasionally glanced at the woman in the passenger seat, worried about her discomfort.
The seat was adjusted to the most comfortable angle, and at this moment, Titus Zane was sleeping on the passenger seat, her eyes gently closed, looking very peaceful.
Nathan Moore felt an urgent desire to get home faster, pressing down on the accelerator, the SUV roared forward, luckily the night roads were not busy, preventing any mishaps.
The journey was supposed to take an hour, but Nathan Moore reached in just twenty minutes, driving straight into the villa’s underground garage, turning off the engine, unbuckling the seatbelt, Nathan Moore turned his handsome face, watching the sleeping woman on the passenger side, motionless for a long time.
Titus Zane was sleeping deeply, her eyes tightly shut, lips slightly parted, her soft breathing sound entering Nathan Moore’s ears, sounding incredibly melodious.
Unable to help himself, Nathan Moore leaned over, his well-defined fingers touching Titus Zane’s face.
Titus Zane’s face was very hot, the heat spreading from the fingers to the chest.
Suddenly, Nathan Moore withdrew his hand, as if electrocuted.
After withdrawing, Nathan Moore thought his careful actions were somewhat funny, his thin lips slightly raised in a knowing smile.
Watching Titus Zane’s sleeping features, Nathan Moore’s dark eyes could not bear to leave her, until Titus Zane moved to turn but was restrained by the seatbelt across her chest, uncomfortably making a sound of protest, her brows furrowing.