After the bath, he wrapped her in a bath towel and carried her back to the bed, worrying she might catch a cold, he found a hairdryer to dry her long hair.
He had never done such a thing before, and he was clumsy doing it, but he still took great care to do it while she was deeply asleep.
Changing her into pajamas was really not something a normal man would do.
That part of him was hard and painful, but he still didn’t have the heart to take advantage of someone in distress.
Of course, he did take back some interest for his efforts.
For instance, he kissed her lips,
Her lips were even more delicious than he remembered, sweet with a hint of the rich flavor of red wine. He intended to taste them only briefly, but the flavor was too tempting, and as he kissed, he became enchanted, his lips tracing down her contours.
He was a normal man with normal physical needs. Of course, he hadn’t had such thoughts before marriage.
Because Olivia Zane said they should save their most precious first time for each other, for their wedding night, so, he... never troubled the company of ’Thumbelina’.
Though sometimes he was stirred, yet looking at Olivia Zane’s face, pleading and hazy, time and again, he quenched that inappropriate desire with cold water.
The first time he cornered Titus Zane against the wall, he did not know which gene in his body was acting up, and without hesitation, he pressed her onto the bed and greedily took from her, although... it was painful, he endured that pain with anger and even hatred in his heart.
Hate for this woman with a heart of venom, for pushing his sister down the stairs...
Nathan Moore admits, at first, he was out for revenge, but gradually, these two reasons became his excuses to want her in bed.
He was a normal man, an adult of twenty-eight.
He had not wanted before simply because he hadn’t tried. But once he did, it was like developing a hidden addiction, one he no longer wanted to quit.
Many times, he would lie alone in bed, and in the darkness, his eyes refusing to close, focusing on a certain place, he thought more than once, letting go of Titus Zane, was that a mistake...
Such a venomous woman should be tied to his side forever, not allowed to go and harm other men.
Holding Titus Zane tight in his embrace, even "asleep," Nathan Moore was already restless.
He missed her warmth, missed her tightness, how many times in his dreams, he pressed her underneath in ecstasy, but upon waking, he only saw his stubborn brother raising its head in protest!
At last, he would have no choice but to take cold showers in the bathroom.
He was not a hedonist. Once, his brothers even joked he should become a monk.
Evander Lancaster even bluntly said he was cold-hearted and should aspire to be a saint rather than a mortal.
Once, he attributed his obsession with Titus Zane to his punishment, yet, even when acting upon it, there was fury in his heart, angry at himself for being enchanted by her body, intoxicated by her scent.
"Nathan Moore, you!" The voice of Titus Zane suddenly rose at his chest, with fury and... an embarrassment too mortifying to articulate.
Pretending to continue sleeping was already impossible, Nathan Moore opened his eyes, his dark gaze meeting Titus Zane’s shy and furious face, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling up and down.