He set down the high-stemmed glass and casually slipped off his dampened robe. Holding the phone in one hand and pressing it to his ear, Titus Zane began to speak, his voice laced with laughter.
"It’s me, Sister Zane." Beatrice Hargrave’s voice came through the receiver, sounding somewhat sullen, "Can you come out for a moment,"
Titus Zane stood up and walked to the mirror. Raising his other hand, he lightly touched the spot where the red wine had laced the air and saw his own reflection with a chest pushed out and hips curved. He couldn’t help but turn his body, admiring his beautiful curves while on the phone.
"Um, I’m feeling down and wanted to chat with Sister Zane."
"Alone?" Other than that time at the club, Beatrice Hargrave was always surrounded by assistants and bodyguards wherever she went.
"Um, just me." Beatrice Hargrave’s voice sounded very wronged. After thinking, Titus Zane said, "Come to the hotel where I am staying. It just so happens I’m alone too."
"Okay, Sister Zane, please give me the address, and I’ll be right there."
Titus Zane gave Beatrice Hargrave the hotel address and room number, hung up the phone, placed one hand on his hip, and struck a pose in the mirror. Then, with a raised eyebrow, he threw a seductive glance at his reflection, cracked a smile, before walking over to the closet to put on a new robe.
By the time Beatrice Hargrave arrived, half an hour had passed. She was in knit denim and, perhaps in a rush, had not even put on a coat.
Seeing her shivering and hugging her shoulders, Titus Zane was quite helpless but reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her into the suite.
"Darling, why didn’t you put on an extra coat in such cold weather?"
"I got into a fight with my sister and ran out in a huff." In the presence of Titus Zane, Beatrice Hargrave stopped pretending and spoke of her sister Hannah Hargrave with a face full of indignance.
"Sister?" Titus Zane repeated after her. Since coming back this time, Sophie Foster had not only changed identities but now also had a sister, which was truly strange.
"Yeah," Beatrice Hargrave was pulled by Titus Zane to sit down on the sofa, "a half-sister from the same father."
"Can you tell me what happened back then?" Titus Zane also sat down beside her, his nude-colored silk robe against his skin tone was quite tempting.
The plunging neckline of the robe left little to the imagination, revealing the cleavage clearly, and the beautiful legs that the robe couldn’t cover were just like ivory—fair, full, and straight.
"Sister Zane, why are you dressed so sexily? If I were a man, I definitely wouldn’t be able to control myself and would want to pounce on you!"
Beatrice Hargrave did not answer Titus Zane’s question but eyed him up and down, and even reached out, took advantage of Titus Zane’s unpreparedness to grab at his chest, and laughed aloud in amazement, "Feels so good!"
He wore an expression of helplessness. He didn’t understand the world of kids; just a moment ago she had seemed utterly despondent, and now, she was joking with him.
"Sister Zane, may I touch it again?" Seeing that Titus Zane was glaring at her unhappily, Beatrice Hargrave cheekily asked.
"No, you cannot." Titus Zane said, and moreover, adjusted the neckline of his robe.
"Oh," Beatrice Hargrave let go, looking a bit sheepish and then mumbled, "Uncle Mo sure is lucky."
Facing Titus Zane’s displeased gaze, Beatrice Hargrave smiled slyly, "I said..." She only got two words out before she suddenly moved closer, bumped Titus Zane with her shoulder, and laughed suggestively, "Is it Uncle Mo’s doing that you’ve got such size?"
Titus Zane was momentarily stunned but then reacted by tickling Beatrice Hargrave’s underarm, "You little troublemaker, daring to tease me..."
"Haha... alright, Sister Zane, I admit my mistake, I beg for mercy..." Beatrice Hargrave’s laughter filled the room, sounding joyful.
When they had tired from the commotion, Titus Zane finally stopped. Beatrice Hargrave quickly got up and asked pleadingly, "Sister Zane, do you have any wine here?"
Even so, Titus Zane still got up to get her a red wine.
Watching Titus Zane walking towards the wine cabinet, the smile disappeared from Beatrice Hargrave’s face. As sharp as she was, she had cleverly dodged Titus Zane’s question with her mischief