Olivia Zane’s motion in her wheelchair once again halted, furrowing her brows deeply, injury clear upon her doll-like face, her dark eyes gaining a watery shine as she looked at Nathan Moore with an aggrieved expression, murmuring softly, "Nathan..."
Nathan Moore glanced at her indifferently, his chilly gaze devoid of any emotion except coldness.
His eyes shifted, looking past Olivia Zane towards the room behind her.
"Chun Ya! Take Madam back to her room to rest!"
Chun Ya, who had been inside the room, hurriedly ran out and quickly answered. She pocketed her mobile phone into her pajamas, and hurried to follow her master’s order by standing behind Olivia Zane, offering support to the wheelchair, and negotiating softly.
"Madam, let me take you back to your room,"
Olivia Zane watched Nathan Moore dragging Titus Zane up the stairs until their figures disappeared around the corner, without responding.
However, her hands unconsciously gripped the handles of the wheelchair tightly.
Titus Zane was dragged by Nathan Moore all the way up to the fourth floor without a moment’s pause, her high heels clicking rapidly as she ran out of breath from her brisk pace.
Nathan Moore didn’t care in the slightest, he kicked open the bedroom door and dragged Titus Zane with him, walking briskly to the bed. Then with a forceful push from his palm, Titus Zane was thrown onto the bed.
Although the mattress was soft and bouncy, when her face pressed sharply into it, it still hurt.
Titus Zane turned her head, propping herself up on the bed, staring at the gloomy man, her cold eyes tinged with a hint of crimson.
"Nathan Moore! What are you going crazy for!" She didn’t see him lose his temper back at the club!
It was his friend who had been indecent first!
"I’m going crazy?" Nathan Moore asked back through gritted teeth, leaning down, his long fingers clutching Titus Zane’s chin, his thin lips curling into a trace of frosty coldness.
"Since you think I’m going mad, I’ll show you just how crazy I can be right now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before Titus Zane could react, his lips pressed down, capturing Titus Zane’s plump lips and bit down hard.
In an instant, Titus Zane’s mind went blank, even forgetting to struggle.
Forced into countless intimate moments with Nathan Moore in bed, every time, he fiercely bit her neck, the hollow of her collarbone... but he had never... kissed her lips...
After her initial shock came mockery.
Titus Zane understood, the reason this man kissed her now was because the man from overseas, who had displayed animosity towards her, had bitten her lips at the club.
"Titus Zane, you are truly despicable!" Nathan Moore scoffed coldly, his long arms propped above Titus Zane, his brow and the corners of his lips showing a clear contempt and disdain.
Titus Zane’s lips, nibbled at, were slightly swollen, even bleeding at one point.
Yet she did not appear disheveled; her glossy lips were even more seductive.
A faint smile played on her lips, as Titus Zane scoffed back in return.
"Even kissing someone as lowly as me, you’re no better!"
Nathan Moore’s obsidian eyes narrowed slightly, the chill within them intensifying.
Suddenly, he pressed down his handsome face again, still not giving Titus Zane any chance to resist.
Capturing Titus Zane’s lips once more, the muffled voices intermingled between their mouths.
"Since you like being lowly, I’ll let you be low to the end..."
With a cry of "Ah...", Titus Zane yelled out, her fists pounding incessantly against Nathan Moore’s body.
"Mm... get off, you bastard..."
Her lips were meant for Logan Ray’s kisses, no other man’s.
Yet, how could the man driven mad care for Titus Zane’s protests; the stronger she resisted, the harder Nathan Moore kissed.