March arrived with early spring, the snow melting away. Nathan Moore had nearly fully recovered. Evander Lancaster conducted a comprehensive checkup for him and finally told him he could charge forward in battle now, but considering his waist injury, he still couldn’t exert too much force.
Although they had resolved it every time, they had used other methods. Since returning from Capital City, they hadn’t deeply communicated for a long time.
On the way home, Nathan Moore’s lips kept curving upwards, prompting Titus Zane to ask curiously if he wanted to share what was making him so happy. Nathan, however, kept it mysterious and told her she would find out when they got home.
All the way curious, the moment Titus stepped through the front door, she was pulled upstairs by Nathan. The moment the bedroom door closed, Nathan turned and pinned Titus against it.
The kisses came fast and furious, and Titus found she still had no immunity to Nathan’s advances.
Worried about being heard by the housekeeper, they continued kissing their way onto the sofa. Since the bed was farther from the door, Nathan urgently pressed her into the couch.
Although she was shy, he knew she liked it from behind because every time he entered her that way, she screamed with excitement.
The armrest on the sofa came in handy, pressing her down. Just as he managed to unhitch her trousers and before he could commence, she began to struggle in panic.
"What’s wrong, Darling," Nathan had to cease his movements, holding back his own urgency, and patiently kissed her ear.
"Nathan, I’m scared!" That last time, when Caspian kidnapped her, it was in this position. Even though Sister Hua had been captured, the trauma lingered in her mind, and whenever Nathan helped her through it, it was always under the blankets...
That image was also a lingering nightmare for Nathan. The perfect curves of his woman’s hips had been exposed to that despicable foreign devil...
He continued kissing while softly coaxing her, "Darling, don’t be scared, it’s me. I’ll be gentle..."
No matter how Nathan comforted her, Titus kept shaking her head in refusal, looking at his woman in panic, Nathan couldn’t bear to force her. His kisses trailed down her back, finally landing on her buttocks, causing Titus to cry out repeatedly.
Nathan patiently guided her until Titus was no longer fearful before he gently entered her, his movements surprisingly tender yet incredibly intimate and sweet.
Nathan could normally go back to work now, and he suggested that Titus should also come to the office, but she flatly refused him.
Titus had a passion for art, which had been neglected for over four years. Rarely able to settle down to paint again, she was not willing to pursue another career.
She learned that City T was about to hold an art exhibition and that many well-known domestic and international artists were invited. Titus also signed up, as when she was in Paris, what she loved most was preparing for various art exhibitions.
After registering online, Titus couldn’t help wondering if Logan Ray had signed up.
A few days ago, she ran into him and his wife, Ava Charles, at the supermarket. Ava was expecting another baby, which made Titus quite envious.
Thinking of how Logan held the baby unwilling to let go, Titus shook her head and laughed softly. Being a full-time dad and with his wife pregnant again, he hardly had time for painting.
However, what Titus didn’t expect was that during the exhibition, Logan had three artworks participating, and two of them were bought on the spot as private collections.
Although she only painted one piece, the result was also remarkable. On the second day of the exhibition, an overseas Chinese bought it for a high price and even invited her to inscribe her signature on the painting.