As evening fell and work ended, just as she stepped out of the company’s main entrance, she saw Nathan Moore waiting in front of the company’s door.
A long black coat, a dark green fine velvet sweater, black trousers, leaning against the Bentley’s body.
Seeing her exit the main entrance, he didn’t co over but slightly tilted his head. Even from a distance, Titus Zane could clearly see a faint smile hiding within those obsidian eyes.
She felt sowhat dazed staring at the gracefully standing man in front, an automatic thought popping up in her mind—All the good n are already taken.
Just like the man in front of her, who was her sister Olivia Zane’s... So, she should step aside, rather than continue this complicated entanglent.
During the afternoon in her office, Titus Zane thought about a lot of things.
About Nicole Zane, of course, but even more about her own future.
Seeing the man gesture to her, Titus Zane took a deep breath and walked down the stairs towards Nathan Moore.
So things should be dealt with sooner rather than later, otherwise, everyone gets hurt.
"On such a cold day, you don’t even think to button up,"
Just as she stepped off the marble pavent, Nathan Moore stood up to et her, noticing that Titus Zane’s coat was open, his brows slightly furrowed as his well-defined fingers moved to button it for her, but she avoided him subtly.
Taking another deep breath, she exhaled with an undeniable sigh.
"Nathan Moore, let’s talk."
Her voice was a bit hoarse, her eyes slightly swollen, especially her lips—barely curving into a smile—conveying a sense of decadence and feeble despair.
Avoided by Titus Zane, Nathan Moore’s defined fingers grasping at air, unconsciously rubbed together before dropping to his side. His dark eyes lifted to et hers, his tone calm and flat.
"Talk about what?"
Raising her lips slightly once more, Titus Zane said, "I’ve thought it over. From now on, we shouldn’t see each other anymore," she continued, facing Nathan Moore’s increasingly darkening eyes.
"This way, it’s better for you, for , and for Lily too."
Yes, this was the decision she had made after an afternoon of reflection.
Regarding the night of indulgence from the previous evening, Titus Zane could not describe her feelings at the ti.
Whether it’s being moved, having a crush, or... recklessly indulging in a mont of drunken shalessness,
In any case, whatever it is, now is the ti to put an end to it.
She couldn’t continue to be such an unashad person, tangled up with her sister’s husband.
In the past, she had no choice, but now, if she continued this involvent, she would be seen as a sanctimonious person, soone debasing herself.
So, "Nathan Moore, from now on, we better not see each other anymore."
Titus Zane lowered her gaze, not daring to look at the man whose eyes were clearly filled with anger. Her curled eyelashes did well in hiding her emotions, but the forced curve of her lips couldn’t hide the bitterness in her heart.
"Once I’ve sorted out things here, I will return overseas." The implication was clear: They’d never see each other again.
"Then what was last night all about!" As he watched Titus Zane’s trembling lashes, a cold, toneless sentence erupted, as chilling as Nathan Moore’s handso face at that mont.
"Titus Zane, tell , last night, you went with to the apartnt, what was that all about? Give an explanation!"
Taking a deep breath, Titus Zane looked up, her eyes eting Nathan Moore’s reddened ones, her lips curving slightly as she spoke in a deliberately casual tone.
"Whether it was a night of indulgence or a hookup, whatever you think it was, it was that."
"Was this how you always were overseas?" Clenching his handso brows tightly, Nathan Moore’s hands on both sides were balled into fists; if it were not her standing in front of him, he would have thrown punches to wake her up right then.
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