Nathan Moore slipped off the blanket and strode towards the bathroom.
"Ah... Nathan Moore!" The bathroom door was suddenly pulled open, Titus Zane got startled for a moment, turned her gaze with a reproachful look at him, just having wrapped a towel around herself, standing in front of the mirror drying her hair.
Nathan Moore did not speak, and took the hairdryer from Titus Zane’s hand. Thinking he was going to help her dry her hair, she waited with the corners of her lips turned up toward the mirror.
But Nathan Moore instead set the hairdryer aside, and with Titus Zane’s astonished gaze, he steadied her shoulders and turned her around to face him.
The kiss fell without warning, eager and passionate, followed by a deep suck after each nibble.
His large hand slid beneath the towel, firmly comforting her at his favorite spot.
"Mmm... Nathan Moore..." Although desiring it too, Titus Zane was traditional at heart, and while enduring Nathan Moore’s caresses, she spoke up to remind him, "Let’s go back to the bed..."
"Darling... right here..." His lips landed on her neck, roaming down her collarbone, he spoke, his voiced breath hot and suppressed.
In the heat of passion, he turned her back around, pinching her chin, making her look into the mirror. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovєlFіre.net
As he entered her slowly, Titus Zane saw in the mirror her eyes, as if soaked with emotion.
A very subtle feeling; the blurred eyes in the mirror could see each other, his lips and tongue lingered on the back of her neck, more enchanted by her body.
All night, Titus Zane was besought by Nathan Moore in various ways, and although there wasn’t much talk, Titus Zane knew, in fact, he really wanted a baby.
When Titus Zane woke up, it was nearly noon. Soaking in the bathtub, she cast her gaze down, her hand gently resting on the lower abdomen, perhaps a tiny sprout was already there, after all, that man had labored the whole night.
At the thought of this possibility, her lips unconsciously curled up. Before, she liked little girls, looking so adorable in pretty floral dresses and butterfly bows in their hair.
But now, she was quite greedy, for she wanted both a girl and a boy, if possible, she would like to have twins.
Having both a boy and a girl would be wonderful, and Nathan Moore would surely be very happy.
While she was daydreaming, the bathroom door was knocked a few times, and Aunt Liu’s voice came through.
"Madam, policemen in uniform are looking for you,"
Hearing the word "police," Titus Zane’s expression suddenly tensed.
Could it be... Colt Thornton filed another case, so... the police came looking for her?
She reached for a towel and got out of the bathtub while asking, "Aunt Liu, did you call Nathan Moore?"
"Not yet, madam. The police said they were looking for you, so I came up to inform you; I forgot to notify the master," Aunt Liu slapped her thigh, "Look at my memory. Don’t worry, madam, I will go right now."
After speaking, she turned and left the room.
Titus Zane put on some formal attire, her damp hair neatly tied up at the back of her head, and she slowly walked down the stairs, feeling a strange sense of panic at the sight of the two policemen waiting in the hall.
It took a while to get down the stairs and come in front of the two policemen. Suppressing her inner turmoil, she managed a forced smile and asked, "Officers, is there something you need from me?"
The two policemen suddenly stood up from the sofa, the abrupt movement startling Titus Zane, causing her to instinctively flinch.
"May I ask, are you Titus Zane?"
Hearing the officers address her thus, Titus Zane’s heart gradually calmed down a bit; abroad, people usually call her Carry.