Hanging up the call, Titus Zane turned around!
His eyes met the inquisitive gaze of Wesley Foley holding a spatula in the kitchen, which made him suddenly remember that there was another person present in the apartment.
As he put his cell phone into the pocket of his apron, he casually brushed a loose big wave of hair that was hanging down, and averted his gaze to hide his embarrassment.
He was about to step into the kitchen when Wesley’s voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.
"Huh?" Titus lifted his gaze, pausing mid-step, to meet Wesley’s casual face and notice the spatula in his hand swaying casually as well.
Titus denied, "No." Perhaps feeling guilty, he emphasized again, "I’m single."
Indeed, she was not lying, because Nathan Moore was not her boyfriend, and she was truly single right now.
Wesley raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and continued to absentmindedly shake the spatula in his hand. Without much care, he turned to look at the fried eggs in the pan and complained, "Who makes breakfast ? If I weren’t watching, it would have burnt to a crisp!"
"Oh, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention," Titus quickly hurried over. It wasn’t mere inattention, she had completely forgotten it.
It was all Nathan Moore’s fault!
An inopportune phone call at such a time almost blew her cover.
If Wesley found out anything, she could kiss this job goodbye.
Just as he settled into his first-class seat, Nathan Moore sneezed.
Felix Shaw adjusted his trouser legs, and before even sitting down, he teased, "Big Brother, early in the morning you’re cooing on the phone and sneezing. Was that little wildcat on the line, complaining that your Lordship is flying too slowly and missed the optimal time for mating..."
Nathan Moore wiped his nose with a tissue, and despite the glance revealing his displeasure, it couldn’t hide the pleasure stemming from his heart, and it was utterly harmless.
"You think everyone is like you, having your own woman, not sleeping with her when she’s willing, but instead choosing to commit marital rape!"
Unconcerned by Nathan Moore’s cutting revelation of his secret, Felix recalled the tight embrace of last night, and his thoughts began to wander. Turning his face back, his lips curled into a wicked smile, "You don’t understand, it’s boring when they’re too obedient. A little forced rebellion is much more challenging."
Involuntarily, a scene came to Nathan Moore’s mind.
In the scenario, a man charged into a woman’s room with overpowering momentum, and amidst her visibly fearful glare, he overpowered her. Ignoring the woman’s struggle and resistance, he buried himself within her time and again...
That feeling is still vivid in his memory; he couldn’t determine if it was conquest or possession, but either way, the dominant and joyous sensation seemed to make his whole being float on cloud nine, a feeling he fondly missed.
In first-class, two well-dressed men leaned back in their seats, facing forward, the corners of their lips unconsciously revealing an indecent smirk...
The breakfast prepared by Titus was simple.
Toast, fried eggs, accompanied by milk and ham.
They sat facing each other at the dining table.
As Wesley smeared butter on his toast, he casually began to speak, "I have to entertain a client tonight, come with me for the engagement."
Although curious about what kind of important client required Wesley Foley’s personal hospitality, Titus still looked up at the man calmly spreading the butter and replied, "Okay."