"Huh?" Titus Zane snapped back to reality, tugging at the corner of his lips, then lifting his hand to gather a strand of large curls hanging beside his ear. Before he could tuck it behind, Wesley Foley behind him raised his hand to help complete the gesture.
As if touched by something untouchable, instinctively, Titus Zane turned to avoid it, and the lock of hair on Wesley’s finger also slipped through the gaps, a shadow of gloominess briefly crossing his phoenix eyes.
Titus Zane looked down, still thinking of an excuse, so he didn’t see, and by the time he looked up again, the glimpse of gloom in Wesley’s eyes had already vanished.
"Oh, Director Foley, you drank too much last night. I couldn’t manage by myself, so Director Moore helped take you back here," he stated.
With a mild tone, Wesley Foley walked past Titus Zane into the kitchen.
He did not continue to question the holes in Titus Zane’s story. Since it was a helping hand to get him back, why stay overnight at the apartment? And if it was claimed that he came over this morning, it didn’t make sense.
Secretly heaving a sigh of relief, it seemed Titus Zane didn’t notice this detail.
At the dining table, compared to Wesley Foley, who was eating breakfast gracefully, Titus Zane was clearly distracted.
He didn’t understand why Nathan Moore got angry at him and was more curious about what had happened with Wesley Foley...
"Carry, hurry up and eat. Otherwise, you’ll be late for work."
Wesley Foley looked up, his voice was natural, but devoid of warmth.
"Oh, I don’t really like fried ham that’s cooked through," Titus Zane found an excuse.
The breakfast laid out on the table had been prepared by Nathan Moore.
The ingredients were also ready-to-eat food he had bought from the apartment’s fridge.
Bread, ham, fresh milk, and fried eggs—just thinking of Nathan Moore’s inexplicable departure, Titus Zane lost all appetite.
Glancing at him and then at the breakfast in front of him, Wesley Foley reached out without ceremony and took it before him.
"I see, just as well, one serving isn’t enough for me."
Having finished speaking, without waiting for Titus Zane’s consent, he had already started cutting into the fried ham with knife and fork. It was a perfectly ordinary action, but from the way Wesley Foley cut the ham, Titus Zane discerned a trace...
An emotion that seemed as though he would rather tear it to pieces.
Just one night, and it seemed that everything had changed.
Nathan Moore walked out angry, and Wesley Foley’s attitude towards Titus Zane also seemed less enthusiastic.
Inside the CEO’s office, after reporting Wesley Foley’s schedule for the day, Titus Zane pressed the binder to his chest, "Director Foley, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave for now."
Just as Titus Zane was about to turn around, the secretary knocked and hurried into the room, "Director Foley, Ruijin just called saying they will come over this morning to sign the contract."
"I know, you can leave now."
Titus Zane, holding the binder, stood inside the door of the office. Since the secretary was standing at the entrance, once she left, Titus Zane intended to follow suit, but behind him, Wesley Foley’s voice rose again.
"Carry, get the contract ready and come with me to sign it later."
"Yes, Director Foley." Titus Zane turned, nodding slightly at Wesley Foley, then left.
Ruijin Company is Felix Shaw’s family company, also represented by Nathan Moore. Titus Zane couldn’t understand why Nathan Moore, who was still laughing and saying there was no rush yesterday, suddenly changed his attitude today?
Business matters were truly beyond him, he shook his head and walked towards his own office with the binder.
Nathan Moore arrived at the company around lunchtime, with that same secretary in tow.
However, today Tilly Zimmerman behaved somewhat off, not as carefree and easy-going as yesterday, and appeared quite demure, or perhaps a bit shy.
Titus Zane couldn’t figure out why she would be shy over two companies signing a partnership deal, but after the signing was over and they went to celebrate, he finally understood why...