This ti, Nathan Moore’s kiss was gentle, if only that restless hand hadn’t ruined the atmosphere.
"Nathan, get up!" Feeling those distinct knuckles circling around, Titus Zane suddenly pushed away the man who was deeply kissing with passion.
"You help ,"
Three words, carrying an obvious huskiness, and Nathan’s obsidian-like eyes were also a deep red, he gasped heavily, "Uncomfortable."
Titus Zane...
She wasn’t sure if a man really suffered when he desired comfort but was not given any, yet—
"This is a hospital, you know, there are so many people outside!"
How embarrassing it would be if soone saw them!
Whether it was Nathan’s urgency to process Olivia Zane’s discharge papers or Titus Zane’s reminder that really worked, he pecked Titus Zane’s lips as if in spite, "Then help with it tonight."
And then he sat up.
Titus Zane...
She didn’t expect this man to be so agreeable, still lying on the seat, batting her eyelashes.
Nathan touched a cigarette to his lips, lit it, and took a drag. When he turned his gaze back with an evident teasing, "Not getting up yet, want to continue?"
Like being startled, Titus Zane shot up quickly, fastening each button of her opened shirt.
At the top of her head, there was Nathan’s hand, gently rubbing it and sighing with a smile, "Silly girl."
Titus Zane glared at Nathan fiercely, buttoning the last cufflink, and the pants... the button.
After checking it over, Titus Zane was about to push the car door open and get out when her arm was tightly grasped by Nathan.
"Go ho by yourself first, I need to help Lily with the discharge procedures."
Titus Zane blinked, not understanding which "ho" Nathan referred to in his words, and amidst her confusion listened to Nathan say, "When Lily’s health improves, I will send her back to the Zane Family."
Titus Zane...
One hand still on the car door, she looked at Nathan, forgetting to respond.
Is he... declaring his determination to her?
But—
"Lily is your lawful wife, you two have loved each other for so many..."
Titus Zane’s words were cut off before she could finish, interrupted by Nathan.
"I’ve said it before, I’m a man, not a saint!"
If it was before, when he hadn’t known a woman’s scent, he could hold back, but now, since he had been with her, he was unwilling and didn’t want to hold back anymore.
Also, this woman, always so cautious and nervous, once they get back ho, he would show her that little notebook, and see what else she had to say.
"It’s all my fault, if it wasn’t for , you and Lily could have..."
Looking at Nathan, Titus Zane felt inexplicably guilty; if she hadn’t accidentally pushed Lily down the stairs, she too could have enjoyed the rights of a woman, but now...
"It’s not your fault, it’s fate." Nathan didn’t want to dwell on the past with a short sentence.
Ewan Zimrman was already investigating the matter he had instructed, and he believed there would be results soon.
"Do you really not hate anymore?" Titus Zane asked incredulously; perhaps she was a person not given to holding grudges; she had been hurt by him so deeply before, yet with just a little kindness from him, her grievances against him were almost forgotten.
"Fool."
Nathan encircled Titus Zane’s head from behind, forehead against hers. He didn’t know the principle behind hate turning into love, but during the more than a thousand days and nights after she left, whenever he had free ti, he thought of her.
Thinking of her sitting on the floor painting, thinking of the way she looked at him with visible fear yet forced calmness, what he missed even more was her goodness, that bone-deep, tight embrace of warmth.
"Go on then, go ho first, I’ll co back after I handle everything."
Nathan watched Titus Zane walk out of the hospital’s grand entrance and leave by taxi. After finishing a cigarette, the soaring desire had also mostly dissipated.
Looking at his desire subsided, Nathan smiled helplessly, then opened the car door and walked towards the hospital’s inpatient building.
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