Ultimately, Titus Zane ended up staying the night at Nathan Moore’s apartment.
Because that man refused to send her back or lend her money and even went to the extreme of locking the apartment door from the inside, saying with a half-smile, "Without my fingerprint, you can’t leave this apartment at all."
Therefore, Titus Zane had to stay in the apartment, fortunately, the man didn’t force her to share a room with him.
Lying in bed, Titus Zane tossed and turned, unable to sleep, with Nathan’s voice haunting her ears like a curse,
If you like excitement, indulge in it this time, but don’t go overboard, otherwise I can’t save you...
Up to now, Titus Zane was still puzzled, not knowing if Nathan had discovered something.
If he hadn’t noticed, it seemed like every word he spoke was a warning; if he had noticed, he didn’t clearly point it out.
Titus Zane hated this feeling, this pretense of mystery made her feel anxious and uneasy.
Already a poor sleeper, these thoughts led her to insomnia once again.
It was almost dawn when she finally felt sleepy, drowsily, someone picked her up, pulling her sweater collar up to her shoulders, exposing her smooth shoulders.
Barely opening her eyelids, through that crack she saw that familiar handsome face, without thinking too much, she let out a dissatisfied protest,
"Nathan, let me sleep a bit longer, I’m so sleepy..." After saying that, she drowsily closed her eyes again.
Nathan truly loved the bewildered look on this woman, her brown waves messy, half covering her face, leaning against his chest, how can she sleep in such a half-sitting position!
How much more can she sleep?
Worried that the woman might fall off the bed, he sat beside it, and the drowsy woman’s body slid right onto his lap.
Raising his hand, he pinched the softly breathing nose with his distinct knuckles, sighing with indulgent helplessness.
He had planned to wake her up and send her back to the apartment to change clothes for work, but now, Nathan changed his mind.
Seeing that the woman was so peaceful sleeping on his lap, he didn’t move, resting his head against the front of the bed, his eyes looking down at the woman in deep sleep, corners of his lips slightly curved.
When Titus Zane gradually woke up, it was already late morning.
Her neck felt uncomfortable, like it was cricked, and the soft pillow beneath her head felt somewhat hard, as if...
Titus Zane suddenly sprang up from the bed, one hand still on her neck, looking at the man dozing on the bed sheet, she yelled, "Nathan!"
When had he come to her room?
And weirdly had her use his thigh as a pillow, just now... her face was toward that spot!
No more than three centimeters apart!
With a jolt, Nathan woke, his obsidian eyes filled with confused bewilderment, quite a dopey sight, though Titus Zane had no mood to appreciate.
Raising her hand, she pushed his shoulders, "Nathan! Are you sick? You have your own bed, why come here to sleep sitting next to mine!"
His handsome brows furrowed, Nathan fished out his ear and upon reopening his eyes, he suddenly cradled Titus Zane’s face and kissed her without warning.
Can this man not talk properly?
Has he lost the ability to communicate normally with people?
"Mm... Nathan... mm... let go..."
Her face dodging left and right, trying to avoid Nathan’s kisses, but that man’s lips, like magnets, were stuck to hers, leaving no gap.
When Titus Zane arrived at the office, it was already past lunchtime, facing Wesley Foley’s gloomy face, she lowered her head, silent.