He was clearly a man who towered above others, skilled at manipulating them, yet in front of his sister he became the most loyal subject.
To think, the sister really was formidable, to have such an authoritative man willing to fall at her feet under her pomegranate dress and heed her commands, showing just how deep his feelings for her were.
Feeling Titus Zane’s gaze, the man who was diligently working suddenly looked up, his cold eyes clashing directly with Titus’s.
Since there was no avoiding it, Titus straightforwardly met his gaze head-on, her charming eyes carrying a few degrees more of iciness when not smiling.
Her pale little face became even colder, as if she was looking at a stranger.
With just one look, the man furrowed his brow, his obsidian eyes revealing a clear disgust, retracting his gaze to continue working.
Titus Zane’s bloodless lips curled slightly, full of mockery; she disliked them just as much.
A perfect pair of BTs, disgusting each other.
Not wanting to see, unwilling to witness the two of them, Titus Zane simply closed her eyes to rest.
Titus Zane was a stranger to Nathan Moore, having met only three times, including at her sister’s wedding.
The first was at her sister’s engagement party, which she had made a special effort to attend.
At that time, her sister was busy flitting through the guests, greeting everyone while linked arm in arm with him; she and her own boyfriend stood in an inconspicuous corner.
Given the estrangement with her own sister since childhood, Olivia Zane only gave a perfunctory introduction as she passed by, before leading Nathan Moore off to toast with other guests.
Titus Zane had a natural love for art.
She hadn’t inherited her father’s business acumen, nor followed in her mother’s noble profession of healing the sick but went abroad to study with Logan Ray.
She only returned home for the New Year when Logan came back; if Logan’s parents went abroad for the holiday, she stayed overseas with her boyfriend.
Titus Zane felt that she was dispensable in her father’s eyes, since every year during the Spring Festival, even if she didn’t return home, her father wouldn’t ask an extra question.
In contrast, her mother would frequently make overseas calls, advising her repeatedly with concern.
Remembering Logan Ray, Titus Zane’s closed eyelashes trembled, and her well-shaped brows also furrowed with pain.
Upon learning that she had been forced by the man in the hospital room, Logan Ray was so furious he smashed every movable item in the house, his usually gentle face reddened with rage, he was determined to settle the score with this man even if it meant mutual destruction.
At the time, Titus Zane was terrified—not for the man in front of her, but worried about Logan Ray.
He was too outstanding to ruin his future over such scum.
What did she say back then?
Looking at her emotionally charged boyfriend, Titus Zane said, "Logan, I did it willingly. Forget about me; you’re not young anymore. Find a good woman, get married, have children..."
She remembered Logan staring at her intensely and asking, "Titus, have you fallen for him?"
"Yes." Titus Zane’s response was firm, her smile false, "He’s so outstanding that any woman would be startled by him."
Logan kept nodding, a tinge of bitterness seeping through his smile, "Titus, this is your choice, I hope you won’t regret it." With that, he walked up the stairs without a backward glance.
Watching the decisive back of her boyfriend, Titus Zane could only call out his name silently in her heart.
"Logan..." Unconsciously, the name engraved in her heart slipped out from her lips, very soft, barely audible.
The man buried in work on the sofa looked up abruptly, his obsidian eyes now seemed to shatter like ice, dark and dismal as poison.
Even with her eyes closed, Titus Zane couldn’t help but shiver.