"Saipan." When Nathan Moore ntioned their current location, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, because the woman in his arms still showed no trace of color in her face, indicating that the dication had significant side effects.
"Can souls take vacations too?" Titus Zane frowned in confusion, followed by a deep furrow on his brow, "What are you thinking, who told you we are dead!"
"Nathan Moore!" Breathing sowhat labored, Titus Zane bit his lip and looked into Nathan’s eyes, which held a hint of a smile, and asked, "Am I still alive?"
"What do you think!" With a light and casual tone, Nathan’s face was full of helplessness. This silly woman, so adorably foolish, he had brought her on vacation, yet she thought she had passed away.
But what could he do? He just liked this beautiful foolish woman. A man would never like a woman who’s too clever, like... Olivia Zane.
She wore kindness and simplicity as her mask, but behind the mask hid a sinister and vicious heart.
"Silly, do you rember I said that after this busy period, I would take you on vacation with ?"
"But my heart..."
"Is still perfectly situated in your chest."
Nathan Moore took Titus Zane’s hand and placed it against her chest, feeling the heartbeat beneath his palm. Only then did Titus Zane start to believe that she was still alive.
"You didn’t stop it at that ti!"
Recalling the mont she was pushed into the surgery room, Titus Zane felt aggrieved; even though she was sleepy and her consciousness was blurry, she firmly believed that soone would co to stop it, and that person should have been Nathan Moore.
At that ti, the pain had indeed co, and it was indeed taken away indifferently.
"Silly woman, which eye of yours saw not stopping it," Nathan pinched Titus Zane’s nose fiercely, gritting his teeth, "If I hadn’t stopped it, you would be lying in the morgue by now!"
"But—"
"No ’buts’!" Nathan Moore really worried about this woman’s intelligence.
A while ago, when the brothers gathered, Felix Shaw was very proud to say that in the future he wanted to have several sons, saying that a son’s IQ cos from the mother...
Now Nathan Moore secretly decided in his heart that he must not have a son. If his son inherited the intelligence of this foolish woman, he would never rest in peace even in death.
Not wanting to hear her continue with zero IQ questions, Nathan Moore simply pressed his handso face over, sealing the foolish woman’s babble with his mouth, unwilling to let her ruin this romantic mood.
The kiss, tender and lingering, Nathan Moore watched as Titus Zane initially tilted her face to endure it, then slowly extended her little tongue in response, her hands tightly clinging to his shoulders, eliciting a soft moan...
One hand curled around Titus Zane’s waist, the other cradling the back of her head, he gently laid her on the bed, his muscular body covering her.
His fingers, clear-jointed like those of a pianist, road over Titus Zane’s body, playing the most beautiful movents, feeling her softness, gently licking her earlobe, his raspy voice very sexy.
"I’m going in now..."
With those few words, Titus Zane suddenly awoke, her eyes widened, and all the cells in her body tensed.
"Nathan Moore, I..." Although there was joy of surviving a disaster, she still felt so fear inside.
"Shh, don’t be afraid," a kiss landed on the corner of her lips, Nathan Moore gently pecked, "I’ll be gentle, I won’t hurt you..."
That clear-jointed finger had already explored there, circling around, paving the way while Titus Zane hesitated.
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