, held by Nathan Moore as they sat in the taxi, Titus Zane was still worried. His car was parked right at the road next to the restaurant. Wasn’t he worried it might get towed away?
It was not until Nathan took out his phone to ask if his subordinates had arrived that Titus realized, that big-chested, brainless woman was still sleeping in the car. No wonder she didn’t see her after walking out of the restaurant.
A certain factor in her heart was fermenting quickly, then turned into an acidic liquid. When Nathan hung up the phone, Titus glared at him, "Really managing the front and back courts so systematically."
Pocketing his phone in his suit, when he turned around, Nathan’s eyes tinged red held specks of a smile.
His handsome face leaned closer, greatly reducing the distance, and he asked in a hushed tone, "What’s the matter? Jealous?"
"Not at all." Titus turned her face forward, her chin lifted, either showing her displeasure or disdain.
Whatever it was, Nathan was looking at her, reassuring her, "Don’t worry, no matter how many concubines I have, I’ll only choose your card."
Titus had to admit, this man, when he’s in a good mood, he really knows how to speak sweet nothings.
At this moment, his deliberately lowered voice coupled with his husky tone, burrowed into her eardrum, sounding quite pleasing, and her heart tickled, very comforting.
But upon closer scrutiny, it still felt a bit uncomfortable. No matter how many concubines, only choosing her card, who would believe that?
Not to mention he began dating so early, just the men around him, each one was a charmer.
Snort, whoever stays near vermilion becomes red; whoever stays near ink becomes black!
Though he is smarter than Nicholas Croft and Felix Shaw, never caught by the media, in this world there’s no cat that doesn’t eat fish!
With that thought, Titus nudged with her elbow, her body also shifting slightly to the side, while snorting disdainfully, "I’m not impressed!"
The hand wrapped around her waist tightened again. Nathan’s handsome face once again drew close, his smile evident in the dim lighting of the cab.
He lowered his voice, enunciating every word, "I am fond of you..."
Glaring at Nathan Moore, Titus turned her face forward to look at the road, her lips slightly upturned.
Nathan’s gentlemanly demeanor was undeniable as he was clearly on the edge of restraint, trying hard to control himself, fearful of crossing a line in front of the cab driver.
However, the large hand wrapped around her waist was gripping tightly; his body tense, sitting upright, as they both faced forward. Through the coat fabric, Titus could feel his fingers dug into her skin.
A painful sensation, yet very real.
He really wanted to pin this woman beneath him and handle it right here, but this was a taxi, unlike his own car where even if there’s a driver, he could roll down a soundproof partition.
Finding it hard to bear, Nathan slightly tilted his handsome face, leaving a kiss on Titus’s head, feeling like the mere half-hour ride was dragging on too long.
Eventually, the taxi came to a stop under the apartment building. Pulling out his wallet, he carelessly took out two large bills and handed them to the front, not waiting for the driver to grab them steadily before Nathan had already opened the door and pulled Titus out.
Grasping Titus’s wrist, his steps quick. If not for his bloodshot eyes and still pale face, Titus would have thought he was pretending to be drunk.
Enter the password, entered the elevator, and in a few seconds, the elevator doors closed, Nathan gripped Titus’s wrist tightly, leaning against the wall at the far end. Through the blurry shadow on the wall, the expressions of both were intensely tense, reflective of each other’s nervousness.