Stepping out of the restaurant, Titus Zane once again encountered Nathan Moore.
Helping Wesley Foley stand on the steps at the entrance, he watched Nathan Moore lift his secretary into the car. It was a seat at the back, considerately making the secretary comfortable, laying sideways in the back seat, then he closed the door and strode toward the driver’s seat.
With Nathan’s long legs advantage, in the eyes of Titus, it seemed like haste, the corners of his mouth unwittingly curling up with a trace of a cold smirk.
Ha, men are all unfeeling, with an Olivia Zane in the past, barely leaving T city and there’s already a busty woman by his side.
Can’t stay put for even a moment.
His gaze became guarded, when Nathan closed the car door and looked over, Titus, supporting Wesley, headed toward the parking spot.
Gazing at the road ahead, Nathan’s slightly squinted eyes were filled with gloom.
He felt a deep jealousy towards Titus’s patience and considerate treatment of Wesley.
This woman, who claims to repel all men, seems to be repelling only him, right?
Otherwise, how come there isn’t a hint of disgust when facing Wesley Foley?
Ha, how dramatic, she would vomit repeatedly when touched by him; could he really be so repulsive that it made her nauseous?
She’s a fickle woman!
Involuntarily, a sneer spilled out.
In the back seat, Tilly Zimmerman slept soundly, her faint snoring even audible.
Originally, Nathan planned to drop her off at a hotel to rest, but since the car carrying that woman was heading in the same direction as his, he pretended to take her home. By the time their cars drove in separate directions, they had already passed the bustling downtown area.
With his mood in disarray, he didn’t feel like turning back, so he simply took her back to the apartment, there was a spare bed at home anyway.
Having been an assistant for so long, he just realized he didn’t know where his immediate superior lived.
No choice but to take her back to his apartment.
It was again the driver who helped escort her into the apartment, and on the way back, he picked up some hangover medicine.
Helping Wesley take off his jacket and slip out of his shoes, Titus unscrewed the lid of the hangover medicine, sat on the edge of the bed, and with some effort propped Wesley’s upper body, "Director Foley, don’t sleep yet, have some hangover medicine..."
Feeling particularly thirsty, Wesley drank it all in one go just as the bottle touched his lips.
After settling Wesley down, Titus got up to take a shower in the bathroom.
Wrapped in a towel, while applying lotion in front of the mirror, he looked at his own voluptuous body reflected.
He put down the lotion bottle on the marble countertop, draped on a bathrobe, and Titus walked out of the bathroom.
Back in his own room, he lit a cigarette, stood in front of the window, and looked out at the night sky while calling Nathan Moore.
Why could he break up his own marriage back then, and she can’t mess up his good things now!
The phone rang for a long time, and there was no answer, which was not Nathan’s style.
Before, as long as she took the initiative to call, he almost always answered right away.
But now, even knowing it was an automatic hang-up, there was no response from the other side.
Looking at the touchscreen bouncing back to the main page and taking a deep drag of her cigarette, before exhaling, Titus immediately redialed; she must upset his good fortune – it would serve as a release for her resentment!