Watching Nathan Moore’s affectionate actions, Logan Ray’s fingers clutching his wine glass whitened.
The woman he loves the most, now in the arms of another man, is the greatest insult and provocation for any man.
Besides, he’s not being loved, but... insulted and looked down upon.
"Nathan Moore, is threatening a woman what a real man does?"
"Threatening?" Nathan Moore repeated with interest, then lowered his gaze to the woman in his arms, his knuckle distinctively lifting Titus Zane’s chin to make her look him in the eye.
A hint of a smile lifted the corners of his lips, almost imperceptible.
"Have I threatened you, hmm?"
"No." Titus Zane, looking up, met Nathan Moore’s emotionless gaze, her eyelashes trembling.
Unwilling to meet Logan Ray’s eyes, in her twenty-eight years, this was the first time Titus Zane found herself so spineless.
"Did you hear that?" Nathan Moore turned his gaze towards Logan Ray, his thin lips slightly curved, then turned back and lowered his gaze at the woman clasped tightly in his arms and said.
"This woman, naturally vile, the more you dislike her, the more she clings to you. What can be done?"
At the end of his words, Nathan Moore exaggeratedly furrowed his brow. Titus Zane’s complexion changed, her already pale face turning paper white.
She admits, she’s despicable, unable to harshly leave with Logan Ray to go abroad.
So, if this isn’t vile, what is!
As if that wasn’t enough, after saying that, Nathan Moore pinched Titus Zane’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, biting down hard on her lips.
Titus Zane hadn’t expected him to do this, her lips pained, causing her to cry out.
Raising her hand to the sore spot, she felt sticky.
Logan Ray’s beautiful, slender fingers nearly crushed the stem of the wine glass in his hands.
He knew Nathan Moore was deliberately provoking him, and he admitted, he was deeply affected.
His most beloved woman suffering in the arms of another man, yet he was powerless to help.
For the first time in his life, Logan Ray felt helpless.
The corners of his lips curled up, curled up again, with a clear bitter and self-mocking curve. His fine eyelashes covered the agony in his eyes, Logan Ray turned around, leaving only a lonely and dispirited figure.
Watching Logan Ray leave, Titus Zane’s pale lips moved but made no sound.
What good would calling after him do?
She wouldn’t go back to Paris with him, only adding pain to both their lives.
With his rival defeated, Nathan Moore was in high spirits.
In the center of the banquet hall, as the music started, Felix Shaw led Mia Foster onto the dance floor for the first dance, followed by the other guests entering the scene.
"Come on, let’s dance." Nathan Moore turned around, his movements carefree, leading Titus Zane towards the dance floor.
Not far behind, Olivia Zane tightly bit her lip, her doll-like face drained of all color.
Earlier, upon seeing Titus Zane talking with Logan Ray, Nathan Moore quickly left her and went over.
She saw him possessively wrap his arms around Titus Zane’s waist, even kissing her lips...
He had said, in his lifetime, he had only kissed one woman. Other women like Nelly Brown, he found them dirty, but now...
Watching the elegant figures in the center of the dance floor, one black, one silver, they seemed like a perfectly matched pair.
Olivia Zane’s hand holding the champagne glass unconsciously tightened, her knuckles losing all color.
With a crisp "snap" sound, Olivia Zane gasped, hastily lowering her gaze— the champagne glass in her hand had shattered, the fragments blurring her vision like her current sight.