After spending the afternoon chatting with my grandfather and uncle, Nicole Zane was the topic of conversation. However, they never mentioned Nicole’s cause of death, nor did they mention her father, Julian Zane’s name—as if the Zane Family simply refused to acknowledge this man’s existence. Find the newest release on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
As I was leaving, the old master proposed to send his grandchild back to the hotel. After Titus Zane’s polite refusal, the old master had no choice but to let Abigail Zimmerman accompany him back to the house first, and instructed his son to escort Titus Zane back to the hotel.
Outside the hotel, Evander Lancaster parked the car and looked earnestly at his niece in the passenger seat as she unbuckled her belt, "Titus, if you encounter any difficulties, remember to call your uncle. The family’s door is always open for you."
Titus paused the motion to open the car door, touched by the imposing and serious man before her. She forced a slight curve of her lips into a nod, "Yes, I’ll remember." At the last moment, Titus finally managed to call him "Uncle" without any reservations.
Evander Lancaster nodded with a smile, "Alright, go on, and remember to call home."
Standing at the hotel entrance, Titus Zane watched Evander Lancaster’s car drive away before entering the hotel.
At this time, inside the hotel room, Nathan Moore was standing by the window talking to Ewan Zimmerman on the phone. After hearing Ewan’s report, a fierce glint flickered across his squinted eyes.
"...The evidence is conclusive? Good, call the police immediately!"
Right after hanging up the phone, the doorbell rang.
Turning his head to glance at the door, Nathan Moore placed his phone into the pocket of his lounge pants and walked over to open the door, once again wearing a spring breeze-like smile on his handsome face.
"Finally decided to come back?"
As soon as Titus Zane entered the room, Nathan Moore lifted her into a hug and then smacked her bottom with a not-too-gentle, not-too-hard pat.
"Nathan Moore, put me down..."
"Okay, putting you down."
Nathan Moore placed Titus Zane on the bed, propped his long arms above her, and trapped her between his chest while asking with a teasing expression, "After meeting with your relatives, have you become so happy that you’ve forgotten about me?"
"What nonsense are you talking about." Titus Zane retorted, recalling how Nathan Moore often cornered her in the past. Back then, her heart was filled with nothing but defiance and stubborn confrontation, unlike now—being this close to him, looking into his eyes, her heartbeat was thrown into chaos.
"I’m spouting nonsense?"
Nathan Moore arched an eyebrow, "Tell me, have you forgotten about me or not?"
Facing the childish behavior of the man before her, she decisively turned her face away and tossed her bag onto the bed, "I’m not dealing with you anymore."
A firm grip on her chin brought her face back around as Nathan Moore asked with a smirk, "Who do you want to deal with?" Without waiting for Titus Zane to answer, he continued, "That crippled man lying in the bed? Or that pretty boy from Banyan City?"
Titus Zane furrowed her brows angrily, "Nathan Moore, how did I just realize that you’re so immature!"
"I’m immature?" Nathan Moore’s eyebrows lifted, his lips curving up into a clearly dangerous smile, "Tell me, which man isn’t immature, hm?"
"Nathan Moore, when will you ever stop!"
"Tsk, tsk," two clicks sounded as Nathan Moore pursed his lips, "Having family behind you sure makes a difference. You even dare raise your voice at me. Looks like someone really needs to be put in her place."
After his words, he pressed his handsome face down, captured Titus Zane’s pink lips, and began to nibble, bite, and suck. Initially, Titus struggled and resisted, but gradually, her arms that were propped up behind her wound around Nathan Moore’s neck, and she softly kissed his thin lips.
When both of them lay on the bed together, Titus Zane unexpectedly kicked off her high heels and wrapped her long, straight legs actively around Nathan Moore’s waist.