"You...didn’t go back to Paris?" Titus Zane asked, mentioning that impressively romantic city left a complex feeling in his heart, yet he still tried to lift the corners of his lips.
"No, there are too many sad memories there. In this lifetime, I never want to go back, unless..." Logan Ray raised his head, looking directly at Titus Zane, his dark eyes brimming with too much emotion.
Even though Titus Zane knew what Logan wanted to say, he couldn’t help but speak, his fingers gripping the champagne glass tightening.
"Unless you go back with me." Logan’s clear eyes conveyed determination.
His hand holding the champagne glass trembled slightly, lifting his head to meet Logan’s gaze, his colorless lips tremblingly formed a smile, yet it was so pale, "Stop joking, I...am doing well now, how could I go back to Paris with you."
"Little Zane." Logan took a step forward, grabbing Titus Zane’s hand, his handsome eyebrows furrowing, his face showing distress.
"Stop lying to me, I’ve heard about everything."
His hand held by Logan, the long-missed feeling of warmth, filled Titus Zane’s heart like a rising tide, yet, due to Logan’s words, his head drooped in guilt, his gaze evasive.
"I...what happened to me..."
"Little Zane!" This Titus Zane made Logan feel heartache. In his memory, she had always been the woman who relied on him at home and was independent and confident outside. Since when had she become so timid?
"Stop deceiving yourself, I already know everything, for that man, you aborted your own flesh and blood..."
Logan’s voice was full of pain, reflecting his current expression. The woman he had tenderly cared for over two decades, he couldn’t even bear to scold loudly, but that bastard, unexpectedly...
The scar was bluntly opened, right in front of the person he cared about the most. Titus Zane’s little remaining pride still tried to show strength, forcibly curving her lips into a smile, saying, "You know, over these years... I... always wanted to have a baby later..."
Reminded of this, Logan was filled with regret. The two of them had been together for so many years, if back then he had been a bit more forceful and made her pregnant, maybe, the outcome wouldn’t have been now...
Logan’s heart ached, his grasp on Titus Zane’s wrist tightening slightly, about to pull her into his embrace.
But someone was quicker. Titus Zane felt a sudden tightness on her shoulder, followed by a whirl, "Ah..." she exclaimed, tumbling into a firm chest, her champagne spilling out from the glass.
It was Nathan Moore, his hands possessively encircling Titus Zane into his embrace, his dark eyes unfriendly as he looked at Logan, his handsome face somber.
Logan’s hand stopped in mid-air, facing his rival made his eyes red with rage, even the gentle man could become fierce.
"Nathan Moore, if you don’t know how to cherish her, why keep holding on to her!"
"Let go?" Nathan’s thin lips curved into a cold arc, then he looked down at Titus Zane gently rubbing her nose within his chest, his lips parting slightly, asking, "Do you want to go with him?"
Titus Zane suddenly looked up, forgetting the pain on her nose, shaking her head repeatedly, "No, no, I don’t want to..."
She couldn’t afford to implicate the entire Zane Family for her own selfish reasons.
"Did you hear that? She said she doesn’t want to." Nathan looked up, matching Logan’s enraged glance, a victor’s posture, his hand on Titus Zane’s shoulder slid down, wrapping tightly around her waist, leaving her no space and pressing her firmly against himself.