Suddenly, his handsome brows furrowed slightly—why had the sensation beneath his feet changed?
She... was clearly wearing a long dress, the silky touch of cotton socks was something he could feel, so why was she now wearing clothes and pants?
The peanut he was about to pop into his mouth abruptly stopped, and he lifted his dark eyes, where a semblance of coldness lurked.
Across from him, Titus Zane was still helping Jon with the dishes, her face more joyful, as if something good had happened.
And Jon, happily enjoying the woman’s service, flashed a row of shining white teeth at Nathan Moore when he looked over!
The mocking expression seemed more like a taunt.
Nathan Moore abruptly retracted his foot as if he had touched something filthy, even rubbing it against the front of his leather shoe and then on his own pant leg.
He would have to take a thorough shower later that night, having touched such dirty things!
He lost all appetite for continued eating, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and wiped the corner of his lips with a napkin, his handsome face slightly chilled.
"I’m done eating, everyone take your time!"
It has to be said that this man is truly outstanding; even the movement of wiping his lips when angry is so elegant.
Seeing the small mountain of food piling up in Nathan Moore’s dish, Olivia Zane turned her face in confusion to look at him.
Nathan Moore’s lips curved slightly, "I had a full lunch, I’m not very hungry."
After speaking, he got up and walked towards the hall.
Titus Zane took a bite of bok choy, and it seemed even tastier than before.
Julian Zane glanced towards the hall with a muted expression, his icy face unchanged.
Ariana Evans and her daughter both looked at Titus Zane; the latter seemed to have an even greater appetite than before.
The mother and daughter exchanged a mutual glance, conveying a message that only they understood.
After dinner, the maid came to clean up the dishes. Titus Zane also helped diligently, gathering up the chopsticks that had been used, but was stopped by Ariana Evans as she took them from her hands and handed them over to the maid.
"Titus, it’s rare for you to be home, sit down and chat with mom, let the maid do it."
Although she missed an opportunity, Titus Zane couldn’t refuse; already, helping to clean up the dishes was not the norm, and insisting further could backfire. Moreover, after giving the chopsticks to the maid, it was no longer clear which pair had been used by her mother.
Smiling, she said "Okay," and was taken by Ariana Evans by the hand to the hall.
There was a fruit plate on the coffee table, and tea had been freshly brewed. Olivia Zane was already being held by Nathan Moore, sitting in her wheelchair, wearing the nude leather shoes he had given her.
Ever since dinner, Nathan Moore’s complexion hadn’t looked very good.
Sitting in a single-seater sofa, his well-defined fingers held a fruit knife, peeling an apple for Olivia Zane.
Ariana Evans pulled Titus Zane to sit on the two-seater sofa, with Jon smiling and following silently by Titus’s side, being a perfect Guardian Angel.
Seeing the mother and daughter sitting down, he also took a seat next to Titus Zane. He who was not versed in tea ceremony picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea uninvited, offering it to Julian Zane, "Please."
"Thank you." Compared to Nathan Moore, Julian Zane preferred the foreigner before him, who was of noble standing yet still very polite.
Not like that man, pompous just because he had a big business, and never took his father-in-law seriously!
Picking up the teacup, Julian Zane cast a glance at Nathan Moore, snorting coldly to express his dissatisfaction.
Meanwhile, the latter continued to carelessly peel the apple, seemingly oblivious to his father-in-law’s animosity.
As for Nathan Moore’s relationship with her parents, Olivia Zane had long since grown accustomed to it; as long as this man loved her, it was enough.
"Titus, why did you dye your hair this color, is it not difficult? The black color was nicer; mom prefers the look of your black hair cascading down." Ariana Evans raised her hand to caress Titus Zane’s long hair, her loving voice barely concealing her complaint.
"Mom, this color is fashionable now."