Titus Zane suddenly felt a bit jealous of Olivia Zane.
Really, for so many years, this was the first ti he felt jealous of soone else.
In the past, no matter how excellent people were in his eyes, he only admired and looked up to them, never feeling jealousy.
A bit sour, Titus Zane complained, "Nathan Moore, you really are not a good conversation partner, so, the invitation to be friends for a lifeti, I take it back!"
Nathan Moore chuckled, his obsidian-like eyes took on a smiling curve when they shimred, his handso brows arching, carrying a teasing tone.
"Just as I don’t want it either."
Titus Zane turned over and sat up again, lanting, "You, a man who’s slly, stubborn, domineering, and doesn’t know how to make won happy, I really don’t know what Lily saw in you."
Having said that, he got out of bed, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor piece by piece, shook them out, and hung them up properly in front of the wardrobe.
Propping his head, Nathan Moore looked at Titus Zane’s beautiful back and couldn’t help but sigh.
After tidying up the clothes, Titus Zane found a robe to put on, stood in front of the bed, and looked at the man still propping his head, "You can go back now."
It was getting late, and besides, Wesley Foley was in another bedroom.
"What do you take for?" Nathan Moore’s lifted gaze was half-mocking, "Soone you can summon or dismiss on a whim?"
"Nathan Moore, can you at least be reasonable?" Titus Zane shifted and sat in front of the bed to reason with Nathan Moore.
"It was you who ca over on your own accord, when did I summon you?"
"No?" Nathan Moore’s gaze took on an additional hint of amusent, sparkling a bit, yet quite attractive; when he countered, his handso brows lifted too.
Titus Zane...
This man, truly enchanting, is he... seducing ?
It felt incredibly flustering, yet there was also an urge to laugh.
While daydreaming, he heard Nathan Moore say, "Who was it that ordered over the phone to get rid of the ’big-chested but brainless’ woman, who forbade from having the ’big-chested but brainless’ woman in the sa space as ?"
Titus Zane...
He licked his lips and asserted with righteous indignation, "I was supervising you on behalf of Lily!"
"Oh?" Another slight rise in intonation, Nathan Moore’s glance was flirtatious as he looked up, akin to a courtesan in the firework lanes, propping her hand on the bed, the other waving a small handkerchief, beckoning endlessly to passing n with a pinched coquettish voice.
"Milord, would you like to relieve you of your worries..."
Thinking this, Titus Zane didn’t pay attention to what Nathan Moore said afterward; otherwise, he would have surely lost his temper.
Because Nathan Moore said, was it also for the sake of testing on behalf of Lily when we were intimately kissing just now?
Looking at Nathan Moore’s smiling eyes, and his "alluring" deanor, Titus Zane suddenly had an idea, "Nathan Moore, just lie in that pose and don’t move, I’ll make a sketch of you, it’ll be quick, don’t move..."
While talking, he had already quickly turned around, rummaging through the chest in front of the bed for sothing, didn’t find it, then ran towards the other side, and finally found a marker pen and a notebook, then hurried back, eager to preserve the sa position as before.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor, he held the notebook and earnestly started sketching.
Nathan Moore indeed didn’t move an inch or speak, watching the man on the floor who would glance at him and then bury his head in the notebook in his hands, his obsidian eyes becoming sowhat hazy.
How many tis had he stood in front of the door, peeking through the narrow gap, seeing her also seated like this on the floor, a palette placed on her crossed legs. One hand holding a paintbrush, sketching on the canvas propped before her. Although the subjects of her paintings were now unclear in his mory, the lonely and desolate silhouette of her was deeply etched into his mind.
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