Titus Zane was completely unable to react, his jaw was clamped, forced to face upwards.
And Jon, with one hand clamping Titus Zane’s jaw and the other naturally reaching behind to clasp the back of her head.
Even though when she was young she and Nathan Moore were so in love, in public, Nathan Moore had never kissed her.
"Nathan..." She murmured subconsciously, her voice filled with longing, it had been a long time since they last kissed.
Turning her gaze, she noticed that the handsome face of the man beside her had turned icy, and his eyes were emitting danger, with bite marks on both sides of his cheeks.
Suppressing the discomfort deep inside, Olivia Zane gently tugged at Nathan Moore’s coat and softly called out,
Still no response, the man’s eyes gradually narrowed as Jon rolled his lips over Titus Zane’s, becoming even more dangerous.
Julian Zane picked up his teacup again, using the act of drinking tea to cover the discomfort on his face, while Ariana Evans, without showing any reaction, observed Nathan Moore’s behavior and with a covered mouth, gently but forcefully coughed once.
"Sorry," Jon withdrew his lips, his pale handsome face slightly blushing from the kiss, raised his hands towards everyone explaining, "Carry’s lips are too enticing, every time I kiss her I find it hard to control myself."
If she wiped her lips now, it might seem too pretentious. Jon kept claiming he was her boyfriend, and she hadn’t denied it.
She picked up the teapot again, poured herself a cup of tea, picked it up, and slowly sipped, using it to mask her embarrassment.
"Jon," Ariana Evans spoke up after Jon finished explaining, her legs elegantly crossed, her hand elegantly resting on one leg.
Her gaze lowered, lips slightly curved.
"I know it’s a custom for you Western folks, but now, we are in our country, and the father of little Zane is here, next time try to control yourself when you can’t help it."
Titus Zane felt her face heat up, the tea choking her throat, almost spraying it out, while Jon seriously apologized to Ariana Evans.
"Sorry, I will be careful next time."
The man who had never smoked in front of the Zane Family, took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, opened it, pulled out one, and in front of everyone, took out a lighter, lit it up, took a puff, then threw the sophisticated lighter in front of Titus Zane, "Returning this to you, it was left at my house last time."
His tone was casual, but it hid an abnormal message.
Last time at his house...
Everyone’s gaze fell on Nathan Moore’s face.
The latter reclined in the sofa, leisurely smoking, his handsome face expression cold and condensed.
"Hmph!" Julian Zane slammed the teacup heavily onto the coffee table, a sign of his displeasure.
An object was thrown towards her, Titus Zane instinctively reached out to catch it, a sophisticated lighter lying in her palm, the same one used by Nathan Moore to light her cigarette in the bar that night.
The air grew somewhat tense, and even the usually eloquent Jon did not know what to say to help.
"Nathan, did you take your sister home?" Olivia Zane was the first to break the tense atmosphere, looking at Nathan Moore without any sign of anger in her speech or expression.
Having said that, without waiting for Nathan Moore’s reply, she happily hugged his arm and said, "That’s great, Nathan, sister is home, I’m going home too, the three of us can live together again."
She didn’t feel any happiness about living together with her sister and brother-in-law.
Having investigated Titus Zane’s past, Jon understood what Olivia Zane’s actions implied; it was nothing but an attempt to embarrass her sister subtly.
Reaching out, his pale and slender hand grabbed Titus Zane’s, holding it tightly in his palm, as if to transfer strength to her.