, standing by the window smoking, couldn’t bear to watch when the wound was being cleaned and Titus Zane was enduring the pain. But when a gasp sounded behind him, Nathan Moore threw away the cigarette and strode over.
"Move aside!" He grabbed Evander Lancaster by the back of his collar, lifted him up, then sat down in front of the bed himself, took a cotton swab and antiseptic, and gently dabbed it on the red marks on Titus Zane’s arm.
"Big bro, who’s the sicko that hurt brother’s wife ? Tell me, and I’ll go wipe him out right now."
"Go ahead," just two words without much emotion, Nathan wiped more antiseptic, gently touching Titus Zane’s eye socket, "He’s lying in the hospital right now, go there on my behalf and castrate him."
With his hands in his pockets standing in front of the bed, he was just casually speaking, right.
Castrate? This is a society governed by laws; he would not do anything illegal, but... unforeseen medical incidents are not within his control.
Evander Lancaster curved his lips upwards, his phoenix eyes clearly showing mischief as he smiled.
"Big bro, which hospital is that scum in? I’ll go there now to exchange some medical techniques with my peers..."
"Save it," three words laced with disdain, forcefully stomped underfoot, Colt Thornton, that scum, even if he could save his manhood, it would probably only serve as a water pipe, useless for anything else. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveIＦire.net
"Don’t bother," Evander approached eagerly, "Big brother, you know I don’t have money or power, only these hands are somewhat useful. While that scum is still in the hospital, let me also contribute by taking some revenge for sister-in-law."
"Save that zeal for when you have a woman of your own in the future."
Nathan Moore was unappreciative, mimicking Evander Lancaster’s earlier actions, cleaned the wound before applying an ointment gently.
Seeing that Evander Lancaster still stood by the bed and refused to leave, he directly spoke to dismiss him.
"Go out, it’s inconvenient for you to be standing here."
"Alright, then I’ll go sit downstairs for a bit." Evander Lancaster perceptively turned around, noticing the wounds likely extended beyond just the limbs, certainly other areas were also affected.
When the door closed, Nathan Moore moved to untie Titus Zane’s nightgown belt, his well-defined fingers touching her waist. Titus Zane didn’t stop him, leaning forward by the bed, her hanging gaze and curled lashes hid all her emotions.
Though he had already seen during the bath earlier, the bite marks and other traces, unclear of what caused them, re-entering his sight still made Nathan Moore frown, lips tightly pursed, bite marks appearing on both sides of his handsome face.
After wiping gently with a cotton swab dipped in medicated solution and applying ointment, his large hand grabbed Titus Zane’s ankle intending to lift it.
Realizing Nathan Moore’s intentions, Titus Zane quickly spoke out to stop him.
"There’s nothing there!"
Meeting Titus Zane’s eyes, Nathan Moore insisted, "Let me check."
Titus Zane’s lips were tightly pursed, her legs crossed together, a simple movement pulled at her wounds and she sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Be good, let me have a look and then I’ll be at ease," knowing she was shy, Nathan Moore soothed her gently.
Titus Zane didn’t speak, but her intertwined legs answered for her.
A sigh arose, Nathan Moore felt both heartache and helplessness, "We’ve been through so much, there’s nothing to be shy about,"
While speaking, his handsome face moved closer, pressing a kiss on Titus Zane’s tightly pursed lips, then gently pecking again after pulling back, seeing Titus Zane’s lips slightly relax, he captured a piece of her lips, softly sucking.
Feeling Titus Zane no longer tense, one large palm hooked on the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down.