Titus Zane shifted his gaze and saw, in Nathan Moore’s outstretched palm, a white pill lying there—it was a morning-after pill.
Titus Zane reached out, picked up the pill without hesitation, and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it with the warm chicken soup. There was a spoon in the small bowl, but Titus Zane didn’t use it, drinking the chicken soup like water, finishing it in a matter of seconds.
Aunt Liu said that the soup contained Chinese herbs to nourish the body, and she wouldn’t treat her body poorly.
Titus Zane handed the empty bowl to Aunt Liu standing by, took a tissue from the drawer in front of the bed, and gently wiped the corners of his lips, the whole process was very bland, in reality, he was numb.
"Next ti, don’t leave it inside; it saves you the worry that I’m up to sothing."
Last ti he accidentally got pregnant, Nathan Moore thought she wanted to use the child to achieve so purpose, so in a burst of anger, he threw her onto the coffee table.
A slight stiffness appeared on Nathan Moore’s stern face, but it was fleeting, and he sneered with a scornful expression.
The fingers, distinct in their joints, clamped onto Titus Zane’s jaw, forcing him to et his gaze.
"Titus Zane, rember, anything that can hurt you, I will not let it go."
Nathan Moore said this, in a soft and slow voice, but the words that ca out were cold-hearted and chilling.
In fact, he was also very annoyed in his heart; he hated this woman, hated her from the bottom of his heart.
So every ti he pressed her on the bed, it was like a punishnt for this venomous woman.
He didn’t want to leave his offspring in her body because such a venomous woman didn’t deserve it!
But,
Every ti, he couldn’t control himself because that spot was excessively warm, always making him lose control at the final burst, wanting to plunge into the deepest depths...
Titus Zane tilted his chin up, forced to et Nathan Moore’s gaze, cold-hearted words ringing in his ears, his pale face showing no emotion.
As the last word left his thin lips, Titus Zane spoke, his voice as emotionless as his pale face at that mont.
"I’ve noted it, can you leave now?"
Nathan Moore...
His handso brows furrowed, a flicker of emotion passing through his dark eyes, he snorted coldly, released Titus Zane’s jaw, and turned to stride away.
Titus Zane pulled up the blanket draped over him, his eyes once again devoid of any spirit as they stared ahead.
"Ma’am, should the sea cucumber soup be served now or should we wait a while?" Seeing the man of the house appear in the kitchen, Aunt Liu placed the freshly cooked soup on the countertop, seeking his opinion.
"Send it now, and prepare so main dishes too."
"Okay, sir," Aunt Liu cheerfully agreed; she knew her master was tough on the outside but soft on the inside and actually cared about his daughter-in-law deep down.
They say that even a day as husband and wife ans a hundred days of grace; the sir and his daughter-in-law had been husband and wife for more than half a year, how could there not be any affection?
Aunt Liu skillfully lifted the lid off the stear on the stove, picked up the stead buns and served so millet porridge along with the sea cucumber soup into a tray and exited the kitchen.
Titus Zane had a muscle strain in his right leg, making it difficult to move, and he had been lying in bed all day, having his als delivered to his room by the housekeeper.
Just as Nathan Moore went to work at the company, Olivia Zane ca to her room.
Seeing Chun Ya pushing Olivia Zane in behind her, Titus Zane was curious—the young housekeeper was just slightly over twenty, of dium height, and didn’t seem particularly strong. But how did she manage to bring Olivia Zane up to the fourth floor?
And even in a wheelchair?
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