Looking into Nathan Moore’s clearly distressed eyes, she said, "Nathan Moore, can I trust you?"
"Yes." He said the word with conviction, mirroring the resolute expression on his handsome face and in his eyes.
Titus Zane let out a breath, "Come in."
It was already late autumn, nearly winter. After coming back, she sat on the sofa, lost in thought, and forgot to turn on the air conditioning.
At this moment, Titus Zane was holding Nathan Moore’s hand, which was ice cold. Nathan gripped her fingers tighter and, as they reached the living room, even wrapped Titus Zane’s hands in his own, bringing them to his lips to gently breathe warm air on them.
His furrowed brow was a sign of his reproach, "How can you not take better care of yourself? Women are the most vulnerable to the cold."
Though her mood was quite down just a moment ago, she inevitably felt warmth in her heart due to someone’s care. Titus Zane smiled and said, "Aren’t you warming me up now?"
The strength enclosing her hands in his palm became even firmer, and looking into Titus Zane’s eyes, Nathan Moore said, "From now on, I’ll keep you warm for a lifetime."
Titus Zane felt she was a killjoy; at such a time, she actually thought of her sister Olivia Zane, and almost blurted out, "What about Lily, then? What should we do?"
After thinking it over, she still didn’t speak out. He said he would handle it, and moreover, now was not the time to discuss this.
Nathan Moore was a local of T City, she believed he must have his own connections. If he wanted to investigate something, it would probably be easier than Jon since,
after all, Jon was a foreign face.
"Take a seat, I’ll turn on the air conditioning."
She ushered Nathan Moore to sit on the sofa and turned on the air conditioning. Then, Titus Zane walked into the kitchen. Soon after, she returned with a cup of warm water, placed it on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa herself.
Picking up her phone, she swiped to unlock the screensaver, and a photo of the young Nicole Zane appeared before her.
"Take a look at this."
Titus Zane handed her phone over to Nathan Moore, who took it, furrowed his brow, then laughed, "When did you take such a dated photo?"
Even though it was only the upper half of the body, the fashion from over thirty years ago was still markedly different from today’s.
"Do you also think it’s me?"
"Isn’t it? It clearly is..." Nathan Moore spoke with a smile, but suddenly stopped. He glanced at the photo on the phone, then back at Titus Zane. His handsome expression turned serious, "This is not you!"
He said the last four words adamantly.
"How do you know it’s not?"
Titus Zane asked while looking at Nathan Moore, baffled. Even she might have believed the photo was of her, so how could he say it wasn’t.
"Look here." Nathan Moore raised his hand to point at the photo, where Nicole Zane was captured with one hand propping up her chin, a gentle smile on her mostly visible face.
"There’s a mole on her wrist that you don’t have."
"Let me see." Titus Zane took the phone and examined it closely. There was indeed a small black mole on the back of Nicole Zane’s wrist.
She had to admit this man’s attention to detail was impressive. She had set this picture as her wallpaper and looked at it every night, yet she never noticed this detail.
"Who is this woman? And what is your relationship with her?"
As Titus Zane continued to look at the photo, Nathan Moore’s voice rang above her head with a very serious tone.
Titus Zane lifted her gaze to Nathan Moore, "If I say we are mother and daughter, would you believe me?"
"I would." Nathan Moore’s answer was affirmative.
She looked amusedly at Nathan Moore, "Why would you believe that?"
Shouldn’t people who know her family background assume she was joking?
"Because you asked me to get Ariana Evans’ hair." Nathan Moore said solemnly, looking into Titus Zane’s eyes, each word deliberate.