Looking at her, Wesley Foley did not put down his wine glass but held it between his fingers, gently swaying it, locking his gaze on Titus Zane, "What do you say?"
His expression was one of a half-smile, as if waiting for her response.
The violinist who had just perford had already left, and he had reserved this floor of the western restaurant.
Titus Zane had not expected that in such a short ti, Wesley Foley would have put so much thought into her.
With her hand propped against her forehead turning into supporting with her index finger, Titus Zane blinked her eyes under the flickering candlelight, the smile forming at the corners of her lips appearing lazy.
"I don’t believe I am the only one."
As a woman, when being pursued by a man, you must be his shadow; keep a distance when he follows you, making it impossible for him to catch you but too hard to let you go. If he considers turning away, you must start following him—he will then cherish you more.
Thus, Titus Zane had skillfully managed the tension and relaxation in the developnt between the two of them.
"You are," Wesley Foley halted the swirling of red wine, seriousness peering out of his phoenix eyes.
Titus Zane’s heart trembled at those words, "You are!"
She never thought of herself as particularly outstanding. When studying abroad with Logan Ray, he was always seen as the favored child, excelling both academically and socially.
For herself, at best, she was a minor player, never managing to match even a tenth of his artistic skills despite all her efforts.
Later, when Nathan Moore kept her confined, her life turned even grayer...
If she had been outstanding enough, attractive enough to n, why wouldn’t Nathan Moore have shown her any compassion back then?
The excellence of the man in front of her was clear from his profile.
He was a PhD student at the Faculty of Science at Cambridge University, had received a Nobel Prize scholarship; how could such a man ever lack won?
Therefore, she lacked that level of confidence in herself, unless he was like the other n she had encountered!
Seeing Titus Zane giving no response, lost in thought, a sigh arose, and Wesley Foley emphasized again, "You are the first woman I want to really put effort into."
Emotion flowed in her heart, regardless of whether these sweet words were true or not, she was deeply touched.
Holding her wine glass, she raised it towards Wesley Foley, Titus Zane smiled sincerely, "Thank you."
Wesley Foley frowned, "Just thank you?"
For the first ti in over thirty years, he had put effort into a woman, and all he received was a simple thanks.
"What else?"
Titus Zane raised her elegant eyebrows, her playful deanor quite charming.
In the flickering candlelight, her plump lips shimred enticingly, and without even tasting, one could imagine that her lips must be as smooth and tender as jelly...
The sexy Adam’s apple involuntarily moved up and down, fixated on Titus Zane’s tempting lips, Wesley Foley spoke in a slightly husky voice, "May I kiss you?"
Wesley Foley was a proactive man, always busy with his career and having neglected his own emotions for years; now facing a woman who moved his heart, he did not want to miss out.
He had already reviewed her resu when she applied to his company, her being six years younger made them suitably matched.
He was a mature man, not fond of an older-man-younger-woman pairing, having to coddle his wife like a child was challenging, as he was constantly busy with work.
Moreover, if his wife was too young, he really... couldn’t settle down.
He admitted to being sowhat chauvinistic, but he would treat his wife well, not as coddling a child, but he would pamper and love her, bringing her to watch the sunset glow...
However, this was all predicated on her willingness.
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