A grown man still rembering a woman’s nstrual cycle after all these years is hardly sothing to be proud of, and Titus Zane even called him a pervert.
Nathan Moore’s eyes flashed with a chill, clearly agitated and angered.
"Titus Zane, I’ll say it once more, right now, imdiately! Get up off the floor!"
Titus Zane felt that a person’s character changes with ti.
If it were before, faced with Nathan Moore’s cold threat, she would have been scared, afraid that he would hurt her.
But now, perhaps because she was certain in her heart that this man would no longer hurt her, there was not one ounce of fear. She continued sitting inside the door, leaning her face back and negotiating with Nathan Moore.
"You can’t yell at or force , then I’ll get up."
Facing the woman’s deliberately coquettish tone, Nathan Moore laughed helplessly, "Alright, get up quickly. I won’t yell, and I won’t force, "
All he did was worry about her catching a cold, how did it turn into yelling?
With Nathan Moore’s promise, Titus Zane supported herself with her arms and got up from the floor. She hadn’t even turned around when the door behind her was slamd open by Nathan Moore. Imdiately after, her arms were tightened, and her body was swiftly turned, colliding into Nathan Moore’s chest.
Clutching her forehead that got hurt from the collision, Titus Zane exclaid, "Nathan Moore, you’re going back on your word!"
He had just promised not to force her.
The waist tightened, forced to be close to Nathan Moore, and her jaw was also lifted as his fingers restrained it.
Titus Zane looked up, facing Nathan Moore’s smiling eyes, watching her, his thin lips curved in a barely there smile.
"Negotiating terms with , huh?"
The fingers on her jaw tightened, Titus Zane was forced to tilt her head back; honestly, her main impression of Nathan Moore was of him wearing a gloomy expression all day. She really couldn’t tell whether he was angry or joking with her like this, half-smiling.
Pressing her lips together, Titus Zane felt aggrieved.
"You just promised,"
"Promised what?"
Nathan Moore’s handso face drew closer, that half-smiling expression making Titus Zane very nervous.
"You promised not to yell at or force ..."
"Am I yelling or forcing you now?"
As Nathan Moore’s handso face pressed down again, Titus Zane instinctively backed away and closed her eyes.
Nathan Moore...
He hadn’t done anything, and she was already this scared; she really didn’t know how she managed to feign calmness three years ago.
However, he still liked her current state of startling like a frightened bird. Won should be soft and weak, protected by n, waiting for n to cherish them.
With a sigh, Nathan Moore’s large palms tightly embraced Titus Zane into his arms, "Fool, if you’re not mad at , how could I bear to yell at you?"
Without the expected punishnt, Titus Zane slowly opened her eyes; those near eyes were pitch-black, like a deep pool brewing whirlpools, tightly locking onto her, as if wanting to pull her in.
Licking her lips, Titus Zane spoke to remind him, "Nathan Moore, you should head back."
She was no longer the naive girl unaware of the world, she knew what the darkness at the bottom of a man’s eyes ant.
It was his desire, his reaction when he was moved.
Titus Zane knew, if she refused, it would hurt his pride; if she didn’t refuse, she would be the one getting hurt. Thus, while things were still under control, she quickly hit the brakes, not wanting to ruin the harmonious atmosphere between them.
"Co with ."
Staring into Titus Zane’s eyes, Nathan Moore said, both his gaze and tone conveyed an undeniable determination.
Seeing Titus Zane hesitate, he then proposed another plan, "Either I stay, or you co with , choose one."
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