A grown man still remembering a woman’s menstrual cycle after all these years is hardly something to be proud of, and Titus Zane even called him a pervert.
Nathan Moore’s eyes flashed with a chill, clearly agitated and angered.
"Titus Zane, I’ll say it once more, right now, immediately! Get up off the floor!"
Titus Zane felt that a person’s character changes with time.
If it were before, faced with Nathan Moore’s cold threat, she would have been scared, afraid that he would hurt her.
But now, perhaps because she was certain in her heart that this man would no longer hurt her, there was not one ounce of fear. She continued sitting inside the door, leaning her face back and negotiating with Nathan Moore.
"You can’t yell at me or force me, then I’ll get up."
Facing the woman’s deliberately coquettish tone, Nathan Moore laughed helplessly, "Alright, get up quickly. I won’t yell, and I won’t force, "
All he did was worry about her catching a cold, how did it turn into yelling?
With Nathan Moore’s promise, Titus Zane supported herself with her arms and got up from the floor. She hadn’t even turned around when the door behind her was slammed open by Nathan Moore. Immediately after, her arms were tightened, and her body was swiftly turned, colliding into Nathan Moore’s chest.
Clutching her forehead that got hurt from the collision, Titus Zane exclaimed, "Nathan Moore, you’re going back on your word!"
He had just promised not to force her.
The waist tightened, forced to be close to Nathan Moore, and her jaw was also lifted as his fingers restrained it.
Titus Zane looked up, facing Nathan Moore’s smiling eyes, watching her, his thin lips curved in a barely there smile.
"Negotiating terms with me, huh?"
The fingers on her jaw tightened, Titus Zane was forced to tilt her head back; honestly, her main impression of Nathan Moore was of him wearing a gloomy expression all day. She really couldn’t tell whether he was angry or joking with her , half-smiling.
Pressing her lips together, Titus Zane felt aggrieved.
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Nathan Moore’s handsome face drew closer, that half-smiling expression making Titus Zane very nervous.
"You promised not to yell at me or force me..."
"Am I yelling or forcing you now?"
As Nathan Moore’s handsome face pressed down again, Titus Zane instinctively backed away and closed her eyes.
He hadn’t done anything, and she was already this scared; she really didn’t know how she managed to feign calmness three years ago.
However, he still liked her current state of startling like a frightened bird. Women should be soft and weak, protected by men, waiting for men to cherish them.
With a sigh, Nathan Moore’s large palms tightly embraced Titus Zane into his arms, "Fool, if you’re not mad at me, how could I bear to yell at you?"
Without the expected punishment, Titus Zane slowly opened her eyes; those near eyes were pitch-black, like a deep pool brewing whirlpools, tightly locking onto her, as if wanting to pull her in.
Licking her lips, Titus Zane spoke to remind him, "Nathan Moore, you should head back."
She was no longer the naive girl unaware of the world, she knew what the darkness at the bottom of a man’s eyes meant.
It was his desire, his reaction when he was moved.
Titus Zane knew, if she refused, it would hurt his pride; if she didn’t refuse, she would be the one getting hurt. Thus, while things were still under control, she quickly hit the brakes, not wanting to ruin the harmonious atmosphere between them.
Staring into Titus Zane’s eyes, Nathan Moore said, both his gaze and tone conveyed an undeniable determination.
Seeing Titus Zane hesitate, he then proposed another plan, "Either I stay, or you come with me, choose one."