Seeing Nathan Moore unmoved, she raised her hand and slapped his handsome face, "Don’t touch me, get away!"
Cold eyes, cold words, just like the hand that landed on the side of the face, chilling to the bone.
The already chilly room, due to that crisp sound, experienced an even further drop in temperature.
Meeting Nathan Moore’s cold gaze, Titus Zane didn’t back down at all, his face emotionless and icy as he confronted him.
Already hurt, what else could be done?
The worst could be returning the slap, but physical pain is less severe compared to the wounds left on the heart. This bastard, using the guise of gentleness to deceive, and sadly, she believed it.
The slap on Nathan Moore’s face was tightly clenched in his palm, so tight it hurt between the fingers.
Looking at her, Nathan Moore said, "Titus Zane, hurting you is not my intention, but I have no regrets at all."
After speaking, he pulled the woman still confronting him into his embrace, holding her tightly, trying to warm her with his fiery chest.
The air conditioning was turned on, and the room temperature gradually rose, but Titus Zane’s body shivered even more intensely.
From the contact of his long arms and chest, he could feel her slight trembling.
Chin resting on top of Titus Zane’s head, Nathan Moore’s gaze was distant, a kiss landed on the top of her head, "I’m sorry... I didn’t want to hurt you, just... couldn’t help myself..."
It was not his intention to hurt her. Perhaps he should have backed off when she was frightened and struggling, but there is no turning back once a bullet has been fired.
Moreover, that warmth, that closeness, was something that he recalled from many dreams.
He yearned, he missed.
Really, he cherished her closeness, missed her warmth, it was not easy, she had agreed, how could he bear to back away?
But his prolonged abstinence made him too excited, completely immersed in a sensory world, neglecting her feelings...
He was too lost, too excited.
"Titus Zane, I didn’t want to hurt you," another kiss landed on her hair, then a pain on his forearm, as the woman in his arms bit him.
Through the soft cotton fabric, Titus Zane tasted the rapidly spreading taste of blood in her mouth, her faint sobbing noise indicated she was no longer just crying silently.
"If you feel wronged, just cry it out, it will feel better." Another kiss fell, on the top of her head, the forearm hurt, but as long as the woman in his arms wasn’t in pain, he could endure.
With a sigh, Nathan Moore’s arms tightened around her.
"Titus Zane, I don’t want to lose you."
"Liar! Bastard!" Muffled accusations came from the forearm, Nathan Moore kindly acknowledged, "I am a liar, I am a bastard..."
After a long while, the pain on his forearm gradually eased, and the restrained sobbing also slowly stopped. Nathan Moore lowered his gaze; the woman curled up in his arms had fallen asleep without him realizing.
The corners of his lips lifted, softening the lines of his handsome face significantly.
On his thigh, the spot where her buttocks rested, was already soaked, warm, he knew, it was the passion he sprayed when his emotions peaked.
It was his gift to her.
Holding her in his embrace on the couch, he pondered a lot, even recalling the frail life he mercilessly extinguished three years ago.
If, back then, he hadn’t been so ruthless, so heartless, maybe now, there would be a little sweetheart running around the house softly calling them, "Daddy, Mommy..."
"Titus Zane, what I owe you, I will repay one by one." A kiss landed on Titus Zane’s forehead, lingering, even the gaze cast forward filled with hope.