He took off his trench coat and wrapped it around Titus Zane, and then ordered the driver to turn up the heating and raise the soundproof partition between the driver’s cabin and the rear seat.
Turning his gaze to the woman who occasionally sniffled, Nathan Moore’s handsome face did not show any signs of improvement.
"Didn’t you say you wanted to talk? Go ahead."
Only then did Titus Zane remember her purpose for coming down.
She slightly adjusted her sitting position to face Nathan Moore. A woman with higher education was very attentive even to seemingly trivial manners.
As she spoke, her delicate brows and eyes also appeared serious.
"Nathan Moore, why did you come to Banyan City?"
Lifting his gaze lightly, Nathan Moore’s expression seemed casual and haughty, just like his tone at the moment.
"Do I not have the same right to be here as you do?"
Was at a loss for words.
That wasn’t her intention; she just wanted to know if he would intentionally reveal any information harmful to her in front of Wesley Foley.
Licking her lips, Titus Zane spoke again, this time taking a more indirect approach.
"You told me over the phone to come down immediately, or else the consequences would be severe. I want to know, what would those severe consequences be?"
Was he planning to reveal her identity to Wesley Foley, or something else that would be detrimental to her?
As it turned out, Titus Zane had worried too much.
Because the man sitting across from her, upon hearing her words, slightly curved his lips, and even his obsidian eyes carried an indistinct smile.
His handsome eyebrows quirked as Nathan Moore spoke, "Want to know?" The rising intonation in his voice was also tinged with mirth.
Titus Zane, with a serious expression, replied, "I really want to." It concerned her fate and career, naturally, she was eager to know.
No sooner had the words fallen than the man opposite leaned forward. Given that her own identity and current profession were "classified," Titus Zane thought Nathan Moore wanted to whisper in her ear, being cautious not to be overheard by the driver ahead, so she obligingly leaned in as well.
Completely off guard, the shadow descended, seizing her plump lips, while the back of her head was gripped firmly by the man’s strong hand.
The kiss, once started, was uncontrollable.
It was unclear whether it was an outlet or a punishment, at times finely grinding, at other times rampaging like a tempest. With a driver in front and despite the soundproof partition, Titus Zane still dared not make a sound.
A pair of hands incessantly pushed and struggled, putting up a silent resistance.
When the kiss ended, Nathan Moore held her tightly in his long arms, his forehead against hers, with his obsidian pupils shining with an exquisite light.
With a slight smile on his lips, facing the clearly enraged eyes close at hand, Nathan Moore said, "Just a little punishment for now. Next time, you won’t be so lucky!"
Finally understood what this so-called "bear the consequences oneself" meant. She should be angry, for having been kissed by Nathan Moore out of the blue, again and again.
But realizing that she was still safe, that all her worries had been for naught, these crucial little things didn’t seem worth caring about.
Compared to exposing her identity, being forcefully kissed was indeed not so significant.
She slipped off the trench coat from her shoulders, and the hand that was previously gripping the back of her head also let go. Handing back the trench coat to Nathan Moore and pushing open the car door, Titus Zane gritted her teeth and dropped two words, "You’re sick!"
Just as she stepped out one long leg, she heard the man who had just now been casual and irreverent say, "Don’t do things that are detrimental to yourself and others. This is a society governed by law."
Titus Zane stopped her motion, one foot on the ground, the other still inside the car, holding onto the door, she turned her head back to look at Nathan Moore, "What do you mean?"
The latter leaned back, and without knowing when, he had taken out a cigarette and placed it between his lips, squinting at her with a tilted gaze. As he flicked his lighter, Nathan Moore said, "Wesley Foley isn’t stupid."
Could it be that Nathan Moore had discovered the industry she was currently working in?
If that was the case, what about Wesley Foley? Had he found out? After all, the mind of this man was equally meticulous...