When she realized where the man’s gaze was, she hurriedly covered her chest with both hands.
She glared at that pervert, "Scoundrel!"
"Ha ha..." In the air, a joyful laughter echoed, Titus Zane stared at the man with a pitiful face, standing in front of the coffee table, waiting for the man to finish laughing before suddenly retracting his smile, his handsome face tensing as he coldly said.
"Go brush your teeth!"
"If I must!" she grumbled, and like an obedient child, she turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
Watching the woman’s clearly annoyed back, Nathan Moore’s lips unconsciously curled up.
Originally, Titus Zane went to the bathroom out of spite, but after entering, she remembered this wasn’t her house; where were the toiletries supposed to come from!
Just as she was about to turn back and confront the man, the moment she turned around, she noticed two brand-new toothbrush cups placed side by side on the sink.
It was Nathan Moore’s style, the dark colors, each cup containing a toothbrush, but there was only one
Her heart felt like it was filled with something, Titus Zane walked over to pick up a cup, and complained, "So stingy!"
Even though she said this, her lips were already curving up unconsciously.
After finishing her wash, Titus Zane returned to the living room, standing in front of Nathan Moore.
"Threaten me to see you, what is it? Spit it out so I can go back to rest."
Nathan Moore raised his handsome eyebrows, looking at the haughty woman standing loftily before him, his face holding a half-smile.
Titus Zane’s heart started to panic.
She sat down next to Nathan Moore, holding onto his arm, "Nathan Moore, don’t be silent, let’s talk."
The latter lowered his gaze, slightly turning his handsome face towards her, remaining silent.
This woman, when she was with him in the past, always had a cold expression, although she was terribly frightened in her heart, she would always force herself to remain calm, never speaking a soft word.
Now, having caught a rare opportunity, how could he easily let it go.
Just now, in the car, as she clung to his arm with a soft voice begging for mercy, her voice soft and tender, speaking a few more sentences could excite him!
Nathan Moore couldn’t help but think, if he pressed her down and cherished her, would she also speak softly, begging for mercy, moaning...
His mind somewhat restless, he watched the woman’s lips move continuously.
Seeing Nathan Moore just looking at her and not speaking, Titus Zane continued to shake his arm.
"Nathan Moore, did you hear me? Nathan Moore..."
"Call me, Nathan," Nathan Moore finally spoke, his voice low and gentle, slow and soft.
"Huh?" Titus Zane was startled, her mind preoccupied with Nathan Moore’s threatening words, so she didn’t think much about it, and naturally said, "Nathan," without any awkwardness.
"Say it again." The man pushed further, without much thought, Titus Zane called out again, "Nathan, speak up, why did you call me down here... mmm..."
The view darkened, it was Nathan Moore’s handsome face pressing down, his large hand clasping the back of Titus Zane’s head, directly capturing her lips.
She couldn’t understand, why would this man suddenly kiss her without any reason? It wasn’t before, right?
She wasn’t his lover, not his wife, if there was any relationship, it had ended three years ago.
What did it mean to treat her now, to continue oppressing her or... because he was attracted to her?
Considering the possibility of attraction, Titus Zane immediately denied it.
Impossible, he loved Olivia Zane so much, he nearly got her killed back then for Olivia Zane, how could he possibly be attracted to her.