"Nathan Moore, send that woman away!" Titus Zane’s commanding voice ca through the receiver, "Or just go back to the apartnt!"
"But what should I do?" Nathan Moore’s handso eyebrows seed unsure of where to rest, squirming above his eyes like wriggling caterpillars, his long legs proudly shaking, his toes restlessly twirling around.
"The woman with the big chest and no brains that you ntioned, I’ve already brought her back to the apartnt."
As if that statent wasn’t satisfying enough, Nathan Moore added more bluntly, "You know, I like won’s breasts."
"Nathan! Moore!" The voice ca through gritted teeth.
Titus Zane felt like her lungs were about to explode, infuriated by Nathan Moore. For so reason, hearing him ntion he brought that brainless, busty woman back to the apartnt made her feel completely uncomfortable.
Maybe she was outraged on behalf of her sister Olivia Zane!
Living at her parents’ house, alone in her room, why should this scumbag be allowed to ss around outside?
"I order you! Now! Imdiately! Send that woman away!"
"Oh?" Compared to Titus Zane’s hysteria, Nathan Moore was quite calm, the arc of his lips more proud, the smirk reaching his eyes.
His long legs shook even more vigorously, "By what right do you ask this?"
"Tear..." A sharp pain shot through from the receiver, Nathan Moore, who was lounging on the sofa, tensed up imdiately, his expression turned cold, he paused breathing, listening carefully to the sound from the receiver.
Because she was too focused on arguing with Nathan Moore, Titus Zane forgot about the cigarette between her fingers. The ash had burnt down to the knuckle, accidentally burning her, hence the cry of pain.
She really wanted to know the situation on the other end, but dared not ask for fear that if the woman knew she cared, she would act like a proud peacock, ignoring people.
As a result, suppressing the sudden panic deep inside, she pressed the phone closer to her ear, afraid to miss any slight noise.
She sternly ground out the cigarette butt that had fallen onto the tile floor, too busy confronting Nathan Moore, so there was no ti to clean up.
Titus Zane spoke, this ti, her voice was very mocking in its haughtiness.
"Nathan Moore, you keep saying you love my sister Lily, yet now, you bring a woman back to the apartnt behind her back, don’t you feel the slightest bit guilty?"
Initially worried, Nathan Moore’s handso face instantly changed color upon hearing Titus Zane’s accusation.
"Titus Zane, unless I’m suffering amnesia, back then, there was never a ti I interacted with you without Lily’s knowledge."
"You!" Titus Zane choked, unable to retort before Nathan Moore slowly began to speak again.
"Titus Zane, when did you also turn into a ’Holier-than-thou’? Did you go to church too much abroad and get influenced, learning the ways of the Holy Mother Mary?"
Titus Zane...
Her fingers gripping the phone tightened, she admitted, she had indeed been a bit ’Holier-than-thou’ just then. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then exhaled, suppressing her voice significantly when she spoke again.
"Sorry, this is between you and Lily, I shouldn’t have interfered."
After saying that, the hand holding the phone slowly lowered, the other hand tightened and then tightened again, about to hang up the phone.
"Wesley, I feel so bad..." Wesley Foley’s voice ca from the bedroom, his na was called loudly, but the words "I feel so bad" carried a tone of grievance and weakness, though not loud, they reached Nathan Moore’s eardrums completely.
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