A sip of red wine, with its slightly sweet yet bitter taste, resembles Titus Zane’s life.
Sweet because of meeting Logan Ray, yet bitter because of their separation.
Two people in love, yet destined to go their separate ways.
People often make the mistake of deceiving themselves, knowing that drowning sorrows in drink only deepens the sorrow, yet still liking to numb themselves with alcohol.
Soon, the bottle of red wine was empty, and as his consciousness blurred, Titus Zane was somehow sitting entirely on the Marble platform, swaying slightly, looking down at the busy nannies coming in and out, laughing hoarsely.
"Miss in-law!" Aunt Liu looked up and saw her doing such a dangerous act, she couldn’t help but exclaim, standing in the garden below, waving incessantly.
"Come back quickly, it’s too dangerous!"
Titus Zane just laughed hoarsely, picked up the tall wine glass again, took a gulp, his face wet, indistinguishable between wine or tears.
Aunt Liu had no choice but to quickly walk into the villa, "Sir, please go up and have a look, Miss in-law is sitting on the balcony, it’s very dangerous."
"What danger could there be." Nathan Moore stopped typing on the keyboard and glanced over indifferently.
"Sir, Miss in-law, she’s drunk!" Aunt Liu anxiously stamped her foot.
She looked clearly drunk, sitting on the balcony, her body involuntarily swaying, what if she falls down,
That’s the fourth floor.
"Nathan, go up and check on her," Olivia Zane said urgently, Nathan Moore glanced at her lightly and then set aside his computer, stood up, and walked upstairs.
Titus Zane was still sitting on the balcony, facing the bedroom, her legs dangling in the air swingingly, and upon seeing Nathan Moore enter, she lifted her wine glass, the corners of her lips curling up slightly.
After speaking, she gulped down most of the glass of wine.
Nathan Moore walked over step by step, his handsome, cold face showing not a hint of worry.
"If you want to die, jump now, if not, then get down immediately!"
Titus Zane pouted and said, "I don’t want to die, I’m still young..."
"If you don’t want to, then get over here!" Nathan Moore stopped in front of the French window, his cold eyes staring tightly at her, his voice low and stern.
"You hold me." Titus Zane opened her arms towards him, her pink lips slightly pouting, clearly coquettish.
Just then, a clatter was heard as the wine glass she was holding was flung out with her gesture, falling below with a not-so-small sound.
Everyone’s heart tensed, standing below the villa, staring tightly at Titus Zane’s silhouette, their expressions tense.
Seeing no reaction from Nathan Moore, Titus Zane pouted again, her arms still outstretched.
"Hold me and I’ll come over."
Only to receive an impatient scolding from Nathan Moore.
"Come here by yourself!"
Titus Zane’s outstretched arms trembled slightly, clearly shaking, her body swaying forwards and backwards, and everyone’s heart tightened again.
Titus Zane pouted again, complaining to herself, "So dull, doesn’t understand romance at all."
After speaking, under Nathan Moore’s displeased gaze, she lightly jumped forward, her feet landing on the Marble floor of the viewing platform.
The now empty wine bottle was kicked by her, rolling forward. As Titus Zane stepped forward, already heavily drunk, she accidentally stepped on it, slipped with a scream, her body tilting backwards.
The viewing platform wasn’t wide, just over a meter across, Titus Zane with her back facing, was about to fall backwards, Nathan Moore who stood in front of the French window quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
Due to inertia, Titus Zane suddenly crashed into Nathan Moore’s arms, and Nathan Moore, too, wrapped his other long arm tightly around her.
Chun Ya pushed Olivia Zane into the room, and what she saw was Nathan Moore tightly embracing her sister Titus Zane.
Her hand on the wheelchair unconsciously tightened, and her face instantly turned pale.