Watching her, Nathan Moore’s eyebrows lifted slightly, and Titus Zane’s first reaction was to break free from the restraint around his waist.
Because just now, Nathan Moore... pinched her.
Seemingly not wanting to lose face in front of the two brothers, Nathan Moore also let go. Titus Zane lowered his head to look at the seat beneath him, then sat back down. A shadow came over, it was Nathan Moore’s finger, lifting the strand of hair that hung down, tucking it behind her ear.
It was a very natural and skilled motion.
The fingertip glided past her ear, gently, and then withdrew.
A soft cough, Titus Zane appeared somewhat unnatural, and shifted slightly to the side, placing the bag he was holding between the two.
To Titus Zane’s left was Nathan Moore, and to the right, Mia Foster was possessively held by Felix Shaw on the shoulder, their bodies not only close together but their heads also leaning against each other.
Felix Shaw was whispering something to Mia Foster, occasionally planting a kiss on her forehead. The concert had yet to start, the overhead lights were very bright, bright as day, and the uninhibited interaction of the couple beside him made Titus Zane’s position very awkward.
Even without intending to, that intimate scene would still enter his peripheral vision, right in the midst of the awkwardness, his waist was pressed down again, his body already lifted by Nathan Moore.
Confused, Titus Zane saw Nathan Moore glaring displeasedly at the shameless couple across.
"Sit on this side, let’s swap places."
"Okay. Titus Zane had never been as grateful to Nathan Moore as he was at this moment.
Just as they sat down, Felix Shaw also glared unhappily, "Wife, come sit here."
The gazes of the two men met without sparks, only an implicit understanding communicated between them.
Then they each turned back.
The lights overhead dimmed, signaling the concert was about to begin.
Relaxing music played, drawing everyone’s gaze to the centrally raised stage.
A beam of light shone above the stage, where Beatrice Hargrave sat on a swing hanging high up. She wore a snow-white princess dress, her long hair draped over her shoulders, and a crown-like hair clip on her head, embedded with diamonds that faintly sparkled.
As the swing slowly descended, reaching the stage location, Beatrice Hargrave stepped off the swing. At the front of the stage, silver fireworks exploded, marking the start of her concert.
Having seen Sophie Foster perform in a nightclub before, dressed in avant-garde fashion and singing rock songs, this was the first time Titus Zane heard such a lyrical performance and couldn’t help but marvel how people truly change over time.
Engrossed in listening, his arm was gently nudged. Titus Zane turned and saw, without knowing when, Nathan Moore had obtained two glow sticks, now handing one to him.
Without hesitating, Titus Zane took it, swinging to the calm music left and right, and simultaneously, his waist tightened as Nathan Moore’s long arm encircled him again. Turning his gaze, in the dim view, he saw Nathan Moore’s serious and engrossed handsome face.
Facing the stage, Titus Zane could only see his side profile, the tousled hair on his forehead covering his full brow, his nose sharp, lines smooth, even his thin lips appeared sculpted as they stood out vividly.
Feeling Titus Zane’s eyes continuously on his face, Nathan Moore turned his gaze towards him, under the dim lights, his eyes were especially dazzling, as if they contained bright stars of the night sky, shimmering with fine light.
With a slightly upturned thin lips showing a clear curve, Nathan Moore said, "I know I look good, but let’s wait until we get back to look more, now let’s watch the concert."
Having said that, he turned back around.