, just as he approached Nathan Moore, the latter patted his own leg, "Sit."
Even if he needed something from someone, he wouldn’t tolerate this situation.
"Nathan Moore, enough! Is all this really necessary just for a bit of subcutaneous tissue!" At this moment, Titus Zane, like a hen ready to fight, had a flushed face and was breathing heavily.
Nathan Moore looked indifferent, glanced at her, and slowly began to speak.
"If it weren’t necessary, you wouldn’t have come." That one sentence nearly choked Titus Zane.
Her breathing became rapid due to anger, and glaring at Nathan Moore, she suddenly turned to leave.
Her wrist tightened, caught by Nathan Moore, then staggered, and with a cry fell onto Nathan Moore’s legs.
"You commit a wrongdoing, and still have such a bad attitude, huh?" His jaw was clamped, waist was tightly grasped—it was Nathan Moore’s clearly articulated fingers pinching her jaw tip, his eyes gleaming with a mocking smile, yet the words that came out were through gritted teeth.
Last night, blinded by jealousy, Titus Zane and that foreigner didn’t spend more than half an hour in the room, excluding the time for a shower, foreplay, doing it once would take more than half an hour...
But when he went to eavesdrop at the corner, he didn’t hear any suspicious or intimate sounds, there was only a faint tobacco smell in the bedroom, probably from Titus Zane smoking.
Then when that foreigner opened the door, he clearly knew he was eavesdropping.
A logical analysis would say, if the two had just done that thing, they wouldn’t flaunt it in front of anyone, especially given that woman’s aloof character.
Moreover that night, she was constantly complaining to him, creating a shadow in her heart, a resistance to men’s advances...
So, everything together suggested it was that foreigner’s prank.
Recalling his own embarrassed state at the time, Nathan Moore found it funny yet infuriating; this woman, getting more naïve with age, really played such a childish trick.
Not punishing her once, next time she might cause some trouble to annoy him again.
"What wrongdoing have I done?" Titus Zane retorted unconvinced. She wasn’t underage, and even if she did something outrageous, she didn’t need to explain herself to anyone, let alone to a man a few months younger than her!
"Still talking back,"
As Nathan Moore said this, he had already pressed his handsome face close, lightly biting Titus Zane’s lips as a form of punishment.
"Ah... Nathan Moore, you!" Titus Zane raised her hand to cover her lips, her finely arched eyebrows slightly furrowed, her beautiful eyes glaring at Nathan Moore, and she was gasping heavily in anger.
Had she known he called her over just to take advantage, she wouldn’t have foolishly walked right into it.
"What’s wrong, didn’t satisfy you?" Nathan Moore tilted his head, furrowed his handsome brows, feigning a serious look that was very irritating.
"Can’t you be more serious for once!"
"Serious?" Nathan Moore furrowed his brows in confusion, "Am I not being serious now?"
A row of incomprehensible symbols floated above.
Titus Zane could only look helplessly towards the sky.
If sitting on a lap counts as serious, then nothing in the world is unserious anymore.
Seeing Titus Zane’s face full of helplessness and despair, Nathan Moore’s dark eyes twinkled with amusement, sparkling brilliantly.
Moving close to Titus Zane’s face, his thin lips brushed against her ear, speaking with a heated breath touching Titus Zane’s ear and neck, giving a very unsettling feeling.
"To get what you want, don’t you need to give something in return, hmm?"
"What?" Titus Zane shrank her shoulders, dodging the scorching breath, turned her face, looking at the man, asking confusedly.
Looking at the deeper amusement in Nathan Moore’s eyes, "Last night, to get it, I had to sell my looks, now, if you want it, you have to pay an equal price."