"Smack!" A loud sound filled the hospital room, where the air seemed to solidify, dead silent.
Titus Zane covered the struck area, staring blankly at the man who loomed over him.
Upon regaining his senses, he lunged at Nathan Moore.
Though he felt weak all over, he still struggled with all his might, grappling and fighting.
His slender, pale hands repeatedly hit Nathan Moore’s shoulders and chest, his originally pale face now flushed with shame and anger.
"Nathan Moore, you bastard, what right do you have to hit me!"
Moreover, to hit on such a private area, the buttocks.
Humiliated and agitated, Titus Zane, a mature twenty-eight-year-old woman, had her buttocks struck by a man.
Even if no one knew, she felt disgraced.
Olivia Zane’s hands, resting on the wheelchair, involuntarily tightened, her little face lost its color, lip biting tightly with eyes filled with panic.
Spanking, this type of punishment, except between parents and their children, only occurs between couples.
Sometimes when a girlfriend or wife is obstinate and throws a tantrum, provoking the man’s anger, the man, reluctant to punish yet wanting to, opts to spank his woman as a wakeup call.
But now, Nathan punishing his sister in such a private area, Olivia Zane slowly turned her gaze towards the direction of the hospital bed.
On the bed, Titus Zane continued angrily hitting the man, whose handsome face was bitterly cold, merely grasping her shoulders with one hand.
With one hand he attempted to keep Titus Zane’s fists from reaching his face, without further gestures.
Their interaction, in Olivia Zane’s eyes, completely resembled a couple throwing a tantrum, the man symbolically punishing the woman for not listening, and the woman, completely spoiled and coquettish, seizing the chance to make the man relent and console her.
To stop things from escalating uncontrollably, Olivia Zane, gathering her composure, forced a smile and gently consoled.
"Sis, stop making a fuss, if you really annoy Nathan what if he becomes abusive? Sitting in this wheelchair, I can’t protect you..."
Olivia Zane was well aware that being immobile in a wheelchair was a barrier Nathan Moore could not overcome.
So, as soon as her words fell, the man who had been maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor suddenly narrowed his dark eyes, and then they widened abruptly, his cool emotion replaced by indignation.
The hand on Titus Zane’s shoulder applied more force while the other hand, as Titus Zane’s fist came swinging again, raised,
Smack! This time, Nathan Moore’s palm directly hit Titus Zane’s face.
The air solidified once again.
Olivia Zane’s hands clinging to the wheelchair, forgetting to react.
She never imagined that this man, who had always been gentle and considerate towards her, would strike a woman.
Though, her words just a moment ago had been provoking.
In his anger, the man’s strength was not small.
Driven by inertia, Titus Zane lay on the hospital bed, both hands covering her face, staring incredulously at the man exuding a threatening aura.
It hurt, she wanted to cry, but not a single tear came out.
Titus Zane laughed, her smile somewhat tragic.
"Nathan Moore, you hit me..."
Her pale lips moved slightly, a quiet accusation.
"You venomous-hearted woman, you don’t deserve any sympathy."
Nathan Moore’s thin lips barely moved, his words colder than his handsome face.