Titus Zane’s melancholy is evident in Nathan Moore’s eyes, perhaps men’s hearts are born tough and indestructible.
Years ago, when his parents died in a car accident, he was just over twenty. Sadness was inevitable, but amidst the sadness, he also had to take on the responsibilities of a man, preserving the enterprise his parents had worked hard to build, ensuring it didn’t fall into the hands of others, and expanding it further.
"Darling, big brother and Sophie have returned to T city and invited us to their home for a visit." On the sofa, Nathan Moore cradled Titus Zane on his lap, one arm around her waist and the other playing with her flowing hair.
"Nathan Moore, I don’t want to go." Titus Zane turned around, her face had gained some weight during the vacation, but now, it had dropped again.
"Where do you want to go, wait for me to finish the work at hand and I will accompany you."
Titus Zane turned and encircled Nathan Moore’s neck, burying her face into his chest, "Nathan Moore, I feel very uncomfortable inside, although dad never really liked me, he is still my father after all..."
At fifty-four, a man is in the prime of his life... "If I had known it would be ... I wouldn’t have returned to T city."
If she hadn’t returned, Ariana Evans wouldn’t have been able to give Olivia Zane her heart... The Zane Family wouldn’t have ended up , but the mother... would forever bear the injustice.
"Silly girl," Nathan Moore pinched her nose, "everyone has to pay for their own mistakes. If Ariana Evans hadn’t been selfish back then, your mother-in-law wouldn’t have perished, and your father, knowing his wife was murdered, still condoned Ariana Evans’ actions... It all boils down to what is deserved, so do not grieve for those who don’t deserve it." ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ novel-fire.ɴet
"Is that so?" Titus Zane raised her eyes, her expression gloomy, "Of course." Nathan Moore smiled and pinched Titus Zane’s nose again.
"Wow, in broad daylight, don’t you even think about the impact!" A teasing voice rang out, and both turned to look at the door, Evander Lancaster had taken off his shoes and walked in.
"Second brother, sister-in-law, do you always interact ? Aren’t you fed up, Aunt Liu is still here."
Seeing that a guest was at home, Titus Zane hurriedly got up from Nathan Moore’s chest, only to be circled back by him, glaring unhappily at Evander Lancaster, "Is it your business!"
"Yes, I can’t meddle, this is your house, even if you two hug all day, I can’t say anything."
Evander Lancaster laughed and sat down on the sofa, taking off his cotton clothes and putting them aside, casually taking out a cigarette pack, not yet opened, but the man across got displeased,
"If you want to smoke, go outside. Come in after you’re done, my Darling is trying for pregnancy!"
Watching his brother acting all serious and justified, burst into laughter, throwing the cigarette box onto the coffee table, "Second brother, can you not be so disgusting, still your Darling? Take a mirror and look at yourself and your wife, aren’t you both in your thirties? Gross, isn’t it?"
"If you find it gross, get out. No one invited you!" Nathan Moore retorted without courtesy, silencing Evander Lancaster.
Finally understanding the meaning of "smoldering passion", so his second brother is really a man who appears cold but is passionate inside."
Laughing, he clasped hands in a gesture of apology, "Second brother, sister-in-law, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have disturbed your loving affection," facing Nathan Moore’s cold gaze, Evander Lancaster’s face fell, pleading, "But brother still needs to seek refuge in your gracious home to avoid the demon wind from my mom until it’s safe to leave."