Returning to his room, Titus Zane placed the drenched bedding on the floor and walked towards the large bed.
It must have taken a lot of water, as the mattress was soaked in places, with few dry spots to be found.
His head was pounding terribly, especially when he saw that even his place of rest was gone.
After standing silently in front of the bed for a while, Titus Zane went to the wardrobe to find a cashmere coat, and grabbed a soft pillow before heading to the terrace outside.
Ever since moving into the villa, he had developed a habit of sunbathing, no matter the season, taking every opportunity to sit outside and soak up the sun each day.
There, a soft cushion was laid out, and sometimes when lying on it, basking in the warm sunlight, he would feel that there was still some warmth in this world that belonged to him.
The night was dim, and although it was still a bit chilly, lying on the soft cushion and covered with the cashmere coat, he felt much warmer.
The throbbing in his temples and the heaviness of his eyelids, all were aftereffects of drinking too much. With a yawn, Titus Zane closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Images began to emerge before his eyes, starting with the stairway at home.
His sister was wearing a white wedding dress, her doll-like face beautifully made-up, looking extremely pretty.
"...Titus, if it weren’t for me, Mom and Dad would have thrown you out on the street to beg..."
Olivia Zane dropped this sentence and turned to walk down the stairs.
"Olivia, make yourself clear!" Titus Zane stretched out his hand in a panic to grab her.
"You’re hurting me, let go! Ah..."
There lay his sister Olivia Zane at the bottom of the stairs, lifeless.
The scene shifted again, and Titus Zane was cornered by a man filled with malice.
...Titus! If you’ve done it, you have to be brave enough to face the consequences!
With a hiss, Titus Zane’s clothes were torn apart, and he struggled with all his might.
"Nathan Moore, I am Olivia’s sister, you cannot do this to me!"
"I can’t?" Nathan Moore’s thin lips curved into a sardonic smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
"If you remember you are Olivia’s sister, how could you have gone so far? Now playing the victim, for whom? Titus! You truly have a venomous heart!"
With a shriek, the world spun as Titus Zane was thrown onto the bed, his clothes already chaotically disheveled, followed by the tearing sound of fabric pulled apart once again.
"Don’t... Nathan Moore, please... I’m begging you, don’t do this... you are my brother-in-law... you cannot treat me ..."
Titus Zane kept shaking his head, his full forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, his brows tightly furrowed, and his porcelain face flushed with an abnormal red.
Clutching himself, he curled up into a ball, his body trembling ceaselessly.
"Sir, Miss Zane has a fever." Aunt Liu reached out to feel Titus’s temperature on his forehead, turned back, and looked at the silent man standing there, pleading again.
"On such a cold day, no matter how many mistakes Miss Zane has made, you can’t let her sleep outside, sir. Please, let me fetch her a new set of bedding..."
Seeing Titus shivering from the cold, Aunt Liu really couldn’t bear it.
Empathetically, if it were her own daughter who was driven out by her husband on a cold day, she would fight to the death to reclaim some justice.
Expecting the master of the house to be displeased, to her surprise, Nathan Moore just gave Aunt Liu a faint glance before walking over and lifting Titus in his arms.
"Sir, should I change Miss Zane’s bed sheets to new ones?"
Watching the man carry Miss Zane out, Aunt Liu loudly asked behind him.
"Change." With one word, coming from the bedroom doorway, Nathan Moore had already carried Titus Zane out of the room with firm steps.
Watching the two figures disappear at the entrance, Aunt Liu smiled cunningly, knowing the master had developed feelings for Miss Zane.