Seeing her, he didn’t speak. His obsidian eyes held specks of light, dazzling from afar.
His hands were tucked into the pockets of his casual pants, his unhurried steps tortuously slow.
Moreover, her petite bag was tucked under his arm, and her glasses were perched on his nose, creating a rather comical look.
Titus Zane quickened his pace, took the bag from under his arm, and before he could remove her glasses, Nathan Moore had already taken them off and placed them on her face.
"They look better on you, very scholarly."
Titus Zane lowered her head, adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and was just about to move forward when her waist tightened, Nathan’s arm wrapping around her.
Her heart panicked, her steps halted, and turning to look at Nathan Moore, Titus Zane was somewhat at a loss for words.
"Nathan Moore, I... just now..."
"I’ve been waiting for you, the celebration banquet has already started."
With a natural tone, Nathan Moore had already wrapped his arm around Titus Zane and started heading back the way they came.
Titus Zane felt a bit melodramatic; she had firmly decided not to meet him again, but just now, she had actually been with him...
Her turned face kept looking at Nathan Moore, and even as he led her on, she tripped over herself several times.
"I told you, I like watching; when we get back, I’ll let you watch to your heart’s content," Nathan said indifferently, still looking ahead, but his lips curved with an obvious smirk.
"Nathan Moore, I’m serious!" Titus Zane blurted out unexpectedly.
"Hmm." A nasal sound, somewhat dismissive.
Titus Zane couldn’t help but emphasize.
"Nathan Moore, I’m talking about not seeing each other again!"
"Yes, when kissing, one’s eyes are closed anyway, no need to see," Nathan Moore replied, glancing at Titus Zane with a trace of amusement in his obsidian eyes, almost mocking.
She realized that all men have their flaws; when you try to have a serious conversation with them, they veer off topic.
"Nathan Moore, don’t you feel sorry for Lily?"
"Why would you think that?" Nathan Moore wasn’t perturbed by Titus Zane’s words, as he turned to look at her, smiling relaxedly.
If there had been anything between Nathan and Olivia Zane, it was merely a decade of accumulated emotions, but with this woman, there was a deeper connection.
He wasn’t a prudish man, but he also wouldn’t be reckless with affairs of the heart.
In the past, he thought himself faithful, but now, he wasn’t sure if he was loyal or fickle.
However, he was certain that once he set his mind on something, he wouldn’t change.
"Your years of feelings with Lily," Titus Zane pursed her lips, not even clear why she would say such a thing, but there was an inexplicable emotion in her heart prompting her to ask.
"But the one accepting blessings in front of the Priest is you." Still with a light tone, Titus Zane had no idea what Nathan Moore was thinking. Could it be... he really intended, just like before, to have both sisters share one husband?
"Nathan Moore you!" Her upbringing made the words "bastard" incapable of escaping her lips.
"Alright, let’s go to the celebration banquet first; we can discuss these matters later." The arm around her waist tightened, Nathan Moore sounded somewhat helpless, but his language was clearly indulgent, especially the kiss that landed gently on her forehead, lingering for a moment before leaving.
In her daze, Titus Zane heard Nathan Moore say, "I will settle everything, don’t worry."
It seems, it was time to have an open conversation with Lily.
Although it was very cruel.
However, there was one thing Nathan Moore never quite understood, Olivia’s love for him was never in doubt, but why then would she not let him touch her?
It seemed that to know the answer, he could only wait for the results of Ewan Zimmerman’s investigation.