Before she could even speak, Ariana Evans had already grabbed her hand and spoke with deep sincerity.
"Titus, marriage is not child’s play, I hope this ti you don’t act impulsively like you did four years ago."
"Mom," Titus called gently, four years ago, on a whim, she had sat in the bridal car.
Her mother cried in front of her, saying it was supposed to be a joyful occasion, but it ended up becoming a spectacle for relatives and friends to watch...
Titus had never seen her mother cry before; her mother’s tears threw her into confusion, and in her desperation, she gathered her gown and sat in the wedding car that was ant for her sister Olivia Zane, instructing the driver inside.
"Drive, otherwise we’ll miss the auspicious ti."
Her mother said, missing the auspicious ti would be unlucky.
She had already mistakenly pushed her sister down the stairs; she couldn’t ruin her wedding as well.
In her mother’s hard-to-understand emotions, Titus forced a smile, clasped her mother’s hand back, and said cheerfully.
"Mom, don’t listen to Jon’s nonsense, he’s just teasing you, we both are adherents of cohabitation, we agreed to live together for life without marrying."
She intended to reassure her mother, yet Titus overlooked the sensitive nature of the words "living together" ...
Nathan Moore’s dark, cold eyes slowly narrowed, and Jon, after Titus finished speaking, brought an apple to his lips and took a big bite, crunching loudly.
Julian Zane said nothing. Hearing Titus say so, he slamd his teacup on the coffee table and stood up to walk towards the stairs, clearly angered.
"Titus, how could you think like this?" Holding her daughter’s hand, Ariana Evans showed a pained expression.
"Mom, you don’t understand, this is trendy now. If we get along, we live together; if not, we split up. It’s so convenient, and there’s no need to keep running to the civil affairs office."
Ariana Evans lowered her eyes, helplessly shook her head, and sighed, "Oh, child, as long as you like it, it’s fine."
"Mom, I know."
As the mother and daughter talked, Jon nonchalantly finished the half-eaten apple and raised the core towards Titus, "Carry, help throw this away."
Titus paused for a mont, seeing a trace of emotion in Jon’s smiling eyes, uttered "Oh", casually picked up a napkin, wrapped the apple core, and took it to the bathroom.
Jon asking Titus to throw away the apple core was a pretext, his real intention was for her to retrieve that silver thread.
Throwing the apple core into the trash bin, Titus crouched down, holding up her gown
Everyone knows what kind of trash fills a bathroom bin.
Moreover, even if it’s filled with common household trash, it’s still unpleasant to handle.
Therefore, apart from carefully observing, it was impossible for Titus to actually sift through it with her hands, but the bin contained nothing but used paper anyway...
Titus looked sowhat disheartened, realizing she needed to think of another plan.
Standing up, she straightened her gown and was just about to reach for the door when the restroom door was pushed open from outside.
Caught off guard, Titus instinctively stepped back, and the first thing she saw was a pair of straight legs in dark casual pants, sowhat familiar.
Her heart tightened, and she instinctively looked up. Nathan Moore’s cold handso face entered her view, his dark eyes intensely fixed on her, filled with an emotion that was all too familiar to her.
Lowering her head, Titus tried to get past him to leave, given that they were at ho and her mother was outside, she shouldn’t entangle too much with him.
Unexpectedly, that tall figure stepped back, and at the sa ti, the hand on the handle twisted and pressed, locking the restroom door from the inside.
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