As it turned out, Titus Zane had underestimated Jon’s capacity to be annoying; he kept knocking on the door incessantly, muttering on and on like a nagging old lady.
If it weren’t for the fact that Sister Hua had introduced him, Titus Zane would really have liked to pick him up and throw him out of the room to let him sleep in the corridor.
In order to save his ears from further torture, Titus Zane had no choice but to open the door, couldn’t be bothered to deal with it, and pointed lazily, "The wardrobe is over there." Then climbed back into bed to sleep.
It was unclear whether it was a foreigner’s usual indifference or if it was just Jon’s character, but as it was getting close to dawn he showed no signs of embarrassnt. He glanced at Titus Zane, walked straight to the wardrobe, pulled open the door and started rummaging through it, and even had the audacity to take a shower in the en-suite bathroom as if he were right at ho.
Titus Zane suffered from severe insomnia, only managing to sleep soundly around this ti each morning.
Having lived abroad for so long, he was sowhat familiar with the habits of foreign n—generous, casual, but never coercing won, which is why he dared to go to sleep peacefully.
But-
When the day was sun-dried three tis dry, and upon opening his eyes, what the hell was lying next to him!
Jon, not knowing at what ti, was asleep next to Titus Zane, uncovered, with the hotel’s bath towel wrapped around him, lying on his back in a pose with his hairy chest and two legs exposed to the air, assuming a very casual sleeping position.
"Get up!"
Titus Zane unceremoniously pushed Jon, not conservative in his thinking, but not believing they were familiar enough to share a bed.
Jon turned over, leaving Titus Zane his back.
Titus Zane knew he had woken Jon, sitting up in bed with a cool and stern expression.
"Mr. Jon, I think we need to talk."
"About what?" Jon’s voice was still sleepy and a bit muzzy, his eyes closed.
"It’s just the two of us here, with no third party present, so I would like to remind you that we are in an employer-employee relationship. I am paying you to help investigate a private matter, we’re not friends."
Jon sat up in bed, rubbed his light brown hair in annoyance and complained, "You’re really stingy. I thought we could beco friends."
"Sorry, I don’t make friends so easily." Titus Zane said without giving any face.
With a slight frown and arranging his hair and the towel around him, Jon looked earnestly at Titus Zane, "Alright, now we can talk about the real business."
Titus Zane was montarily stunned because the Jon of this mont was so different from the pestering nuisance of last night and just before.
After the surprise, Titus Zane also beca serious.
"Mr. Jon, I will show you the materials I’ve organized, of course, these are just what I know," Titus Zane paused, facing Jon’s serious deanor, thought for a mont, and continued, "Rather than asking you to investigate my background, to put it bluntly, I want to ask you to help investigate my parents."
Titus Zane paused again, looking directly into Jon’s slightly puzzled blue eyes and said word by word, "Help find out if I am their biological daughter."
Jon suddenly understood.
"Are you doubting your own identity?" When it ca to work, Jon’s tone beca more polite.
"Yes," Titus Zane said with earnestness, "Before, I encountered a stranger who always mistook , saying I was the daughter of little Nuò. "
If once was an accident, what about twice? She even ntioned my mother Ariana Evans’s na; I believe that woman must know so secret I don’t, and moreover, must be very close to this little Nuò.
"Little Nuò..." Jon murmured this na to himself, blue eyes narrowing slightly as he fell into deep thought.
They say a man who is focused on his work is the most handso, and Jon, deep in thought, was no exception, with his chiseled features and earnest expression, very different from the playful deanor of the night before.
Unfortunately, Titus Zane felt no thrill at all.
All these years, he had t plenty of handso guys, but none had ever made his heart stir.
By noon, Jon had left, after grooming himself and even taking care to trim the beard around his mouth.
Before leaving, he joked with Titus Zane, "Don’t bother to hold back, I might co back to bother you any day."
Titus Zane, annoyed, slamd the door shut. He was truly frustrated, how could Sister Hua introduce such an unreliable detective to him? He couldn’t help but question his ability again.
On the weekend, he was urged by Ariana Evans to return to the Zane Family ho.
He didn’t prepare too many gifts, just so health care products from the mall.
After getting out of the taxi, standing in front of the white house with carved patterns on the door, Titus Zane looked towards the villa inside with a sowhat distracted expression.
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