Stretching out her slender fingers, she swiped the touch screen and Titus Zane held the phone to her ear.
"What’s up?" Two words, with a rising intonation, perhaps a habit developed by her profession. Whenever she communicated, that voice and the corners of her lips would involuntarily carry a flirtatious emotion.
However, when she was alone in her private space, that emotion would naturally beco tranquil and her heart would remain as cold as before.
"Have you... gone to sleep?" Nathan Moore’s voice ca through the receiver, hesitant and deep. In the quiet night, it was very pleasing to the ear.
Titus Zane ...
Helplessly turned her face away—wasn’t this asking the obvious? If she were asleep, would she still answer his call?
She turned around and sat up in bed, her fair and slender legs naturally crossed in elegance. She leaned back against the bed, holding the phone to her ear in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other, exuding charm under the dim light.
Lifting her beautiful neck slightly, she sipped the red wine, and her voice seed to carry a llow drunkenness as she spoke.
"What do you think?"
A few words entered Nathan Moore’s ears, his dark pupils tightened slightly, and he clenched his teeth secretly.
This woman, really!
Even just a phone call, and she’s seducing him.
He really shouldn’t have let her go back to the hotel alone, or perhaps, he should have gone with her.
Seeing Nathan Moore’s lack of response, Titus Zane sipped the wine again, draining the last bit from the tall glass, then casually placed the empty glass on the bedside cabinet.
Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but just one glass of red wine made her feel drowsy.
"If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up."
"Don’t! I have sothing!" Nathan Moore’s urgent voice ca through the receiver. Titus Zane raised her hand, covering her lips as she gently yawned, rubbing her slightly swollen forehead. When she spoke again, her voice was lazy.
"Hmm, go ahead, I’m going to sleep."
Nathan Moore felt that on such a quiet night, when a woman tells you, "I’m going to sleep," could it be... a hint or an invitation?
A tumult of desires surged in his chest, and even his brother, who shared the sa bloodline, felt an urge stirring.
"Do you... want to co over and keep you company?" Alright, since she’s too shy to invite him directly, he might as well be more straightforward. After all, he was the man.
Titus Zane froze for a mont, her fingers tangled in her hair also paused, and after realizing what he ant, she directly refused.
"No need."
"Really no need?"
"Really no need."
"But I feel like you really want to co over."
"You’re overthinking it."
"Is it really overthinking?"
"Yes." The tongue-twisting exchange made Titus Zane’s head ache, her fingers stirring in her hair trembled slightly, shaking her brown hair so it spread more and also to quickly shake off the water vapor.
"Please, Nathan Moore, you are not a child anymore, I don’t like this kind of pointless conversation. I’m going to sleep now, Bye~"
"Little Zane, don’t!" In desperation, Nathan Moore blurted out Titus Zane’s nickna without hesitation, as if he had called her by that na thousands of tis before.
Titus Zane’s action to hang up the phone paused, sothing spreading at the bottom of her heart. Besides her mother, Ariana Evans, the person who called her by her nickna the most was probably Logan Ray.
"Titus Zane, are you listening?" Seeing no response from Titus Zane, Nathan Moore’s voice ca through again, cautiously.
"Can you say sothing? I want to hear your voice."
Taking a slow breath, subduing the stirring in her heart, Titus Zane made an effort to lift the corners of her lips, "What to say?"
"Anything is fine, I can’t sleep, I want to hear you talk."
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