The SUV drove into the villa area and slowly stopped in front of the gate. Titus Zane raised his head alertly, staring at the familiar building before him, hugging his knees and biting his lip tightly.
Nathan Moore got out of the driver’s seat, walked around the front of the car, and opened the passenger door.
"It’s okay, don’t be afraid, we’re ho now." Seeing the hand extended towards him, Titus Zane bit his lip even tighter and hesitated for a long ti before reaching out his hand.
Carried by Nathan Moore into the villa, Titus Zane buried himself in his chest, clutching tightly at his shirt.
It was early winter, whether it was because the coat of Nathan Moore he wore was too cold, or because of fear, beneath the palms, Titus Zane’s body trembled severely.
Carrying her all the way into the hall, seeing the master of the house return, Aunt Liu ca over to greet, "Sir, our dear Miss..."
Aunt Liu didn’t finish her sentence. Although Titus Zane buried his face in Nathan Moore’s embrace, his current state was truly a ss.
Barefoot, with clear scars on the small exposed section of his lower leg from a whip, hair disheveled, curled up into a ball...
"Aunt Liu, go prepare the bathwater in the room."
"Okay,"
Aunt Liu responded and hurried towards the building, just stepping on a section, then turned back, "Sir, your wife is in your room..."
"Go to the fourth floor."
"Yes, sir." Holding the handrail, Aunt Liu quickly ascended the stairs, heading straight to the room Titus Zane used to live in.
Nathan Moore carried Titus Zane back to his old room, where Aunt Liu had already started filling the bath and placed clean pajamas on the bed.
"Sir, do you need to help Miss with her bath?"
"No need, Aunt Liu, has Doctor Jianhao arrived yet?"
"Doctor Li? Not yet."
"Hmm, Aunt Liu, please make so porridge and add so rock sugar."
"Alright, sir." When leaving the room, Aunt Liu carefully closed the door. Passing the second floor, Olivia Zane just ca out from Nathan Moore’s room.
"Aunt Liu, what are you doing upstairs?"
"Ah, just rembered, I left the window open for air yesterday, forgot to close it." Aunt Liu smiled and told a lie; she had seen Olivia Zane’s two-faced behavior towards Miss face-to-face.
She rated Olivia’s character a zero in her heart.
Watching Aunt Liu hurry downstairs, Olivia Zane looked up the stairs curiously, frowning in confusion.
Placing Titus Zane on the bed and lifting the coat wrapped around him, Nathan Moore looked at the disturbing whip marks on him and his handso eyebrows tightened.
His face was already so swollen it was unrecognizable, "It will hurt during the bath, just endure a little, otherwise the wounds might get infected."
"Mmm," Titus Zane, still hugging his knees, nodded.
Nathan Moore stood up and went into the bathroom, turned off the water in the bathtub, and folded back to him.
By that ti, Titus Zane’s clothes hardly covered his body; the knitted sweater hung on him like hemp rope, and the long skirt below was torn into strips.
After carefully removing those impedints, Nathan Moore then carried Titus Zane into the bathroom.
When placed in the bathtub, a clear gasp was heard from Titus Zane.
"Be good, just endure a little, it will be over soon." Holding a towel, gently wiping Titus Zane’s body, Nathan Moore’s expression was grave, his handso eyebrows tightly furrowed, every touch of the towel was extrely careful.
Once, he too had tornted him, but never so brutally. It was then Nathan Moore realized that he too had done despicable things.
A soft "I’m sorry" carried too many emotions; sorry, for he had also hurt him in the past, sorry, if he had proactively paid his dical bills when he was hospitalized he would not have run away, sorry, for not protecting him...
Titus Zane lifted his gaze, with his fingers gently touching Nathan Moore’s tense handso face.
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