Titus Zane remained silent, just bringing the wine glass to his lips and sipping shallowly, the atmosphere somewhat awkward, seemingly since the day they had left Nathan Moore’s office.
Scenes from yesterday unconsciously emerged in his mind. After a sip of wine, Titus Zane asked, "Is Olivia... doing alright?"
"Yes, she’s doing quite well." Nathan Moore lowered his eyes, holding the wine glass with both hands, his thick eyelashes preventing Titus from seeing the emotions within. He seemed reluctant to talk more about Olivia Zane.
"I saw her..." Titus Zane hesitated, unsure whether he should mention what he had seen that day.
"She can walk with a crutch now." Nathan Moore continued the conversation, "Although it’s strenuous, it’s a good sign, and I believe it won’t be long before she recovers completely."
Seeing Nathan say this, Titus Zane smiled, "Is that so? Congratulations then." He brought the wine glass to his lips again, but the image from yesterday wouldn’t leave his mind—Olivia Zane staggering a few steps before steadying herself, her movements no different from an able person...
"Let’s not talk about her, let’s talk about you," Nathan Moore suddenly changed the topic, causing Titus Zane to look up at him, blinking in confusion.
Staring into his innocent yet captivating eyes, Nathan Moore sighed, his voice low and helpless.
"Don’t look at me like that, I might get hard..."
"Pfft..." The red wine that had just been sipped sprayed out of Titus Zane’s mouth in Nathan Moore’s direction. If he hadn’t heard it with his own ears, he could hardly imagine that this man could say such a lewd thought so earnestly.
Nathan Moore’s handsome face got a bath of red wine, covering his entire face, with red droplets trickling down, even staining his white shirt with specks of crimson, quite a dazzling scene.
"Uh, I’m sorry," Titus Zane covered his mouth, coughing awkwardly, not just for the wine he had sprayed on his face but also for that remark about "getting hard".
Evander Lancaster glanced over, suppressing a laugh, then turned his gaze back, sipping his red wine while listening to Beatrice Hargrave sing.
"You always make people worry," Nathan Moore leaned forward to grab some napkins from the low table, wiping his face elegantly. Titus Zane almost choked again at his careless yet slightly helpless tone.
When had he started to worry about her?
Lost in thought, her lips parted as Nathan Moore’s distinct fingers pressed down, pulling out a napkin to help her wipe the wine stain from the corner of her mouth.
She didn’t want his help, but Titus Zane forgot to react, her eyes wide and lips parted, motionless as Nathan Moore tenderly wiped her mouth.
Evander Lancaster wanted to come over and tease, "Brother, you’re so gentle," but he feared breaking their sweet atmosphere, so instead, he nudged Nicholas Croft beside him, gesturing quietly towards them. Nicholas Croft turned his head, noticing the intimate interaction between the two, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Alright, be careful next time." Having cleaned the corner of her lips, Nathan Moore advised gently.
The familiar yet jarring gentleness in his voice brought a slight discomfort—Olivia Zane used to be the only one to receive his tenderness.
Titus Zane turned her face away, and subtly shifted her body away, grabbing the wine glass and taking a big sip. Nathan Moore kept watching her, his eyes following her movements, his gaze hazy, his handsome features softened, even his thin lips curved upward.