When Jon, smiling, said "It’s nothing," an indescribable feeling surged in Titus Zane’s heart.
Although Jon was a private detective she had hired, he could have completely refused to face such dangerous matters. Titus Zane secretly approached the attending doctor while Nathan Moore was talking to Jon,
Jon’s left leg was shattered, and even if it healed, he would never be able to walk normally again and would need a cane for assistance...
Thinking about Jon’s noble status, the Crown Prince of E country, yet he wound up like this for her, Titus Zane couldn’t help but feel guilty.
Although Jon always acted nonchalant in front of her, she could feel his affection towards her.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have sneaked into her room at night and tried so hard to investigate on her behalf, just...
She already had soone in her heart, unable to reciprocate, because matters of the heart really aren’t under her control.
During the short ti that Titus Zane left, the VIP ward took on a different scene.
Nathan Moore stood up and walked to the bedside, looking at Jon’s plastered leg, shaking his head incessantly.
"Sigh, what a pity. You say, instead of being a good Crown Prince, you co to our country to ddle in these murky waters. If your royal grandmother knew that you disregarded your own life for a woman, who knows what she would think."
Nathan Moore admitted, he was jealous of this man, who had spent a night in the sa bed with his woman.
Instead of acting as a proper Crown Prince, he ca to lure his woman; fortunately, divine justice had taught him a stern lesson.
Facing Nathan Moore’s sarcasm, Jon had no reaction, but instead lifted his ocean-colored eyes and looked at him, "Are you two together?"
"What do you think?" While talking, Nathan Moore deliberately tugged at his shirt’s collar, where, marked by a passionate bite from Titus Zane the previous night, two rows of distinct bite marks still remained.
Jon’s ocean-colored eyes dimd, as a man, he knew what those marks represented, but he did not believe it because...
"carry is averse to all n."
"Ha," Nathan Moore snorted mockingly, pulling a wooden chair to sit in front of the bed, "Pity I’m not ’all n’."
Jon’s ocean-colored eyes gradually narrowed, watching the smug man in front of him, he couldn’t help but remind him,
"Your relationship with carry is too complicated, her family won’t approve of you two being together."
A few days ago, Abigail Zimrman proactively contacted him... so he called Titus Zane to urge her to visit, in order to help her et her family.
"Family?" Nathan Moore looked up with a sidelong glance, his face clearly dismissing Jon’s warning.
"Do you think her family still has the right to dictate her actions?" Right now, Julian Zane and his wife are overwheld with their own issues, hardly in a position to ddle in other matters.
"Ha!" Jon also let out a cold laugh, without ntioning the ’family’ of Titus Zane in Capital City. Such arrogant and conceited n should indeed face so setbacks.
"What? Do you think I am underestimating myself, or that I don’t have the capability to protect my own woman?"
Jon smiled and said, "Mr. Moore, having arrived in your esteed country, I have finally understood the phrase ’even a powerful dragon cannot suppress the local snake’."
Clearly the car accident was a deliberate attempt at murder, but sadly he had no evidence, so the court could only sentence it as a drunk-driving incident, and even during his stay in the hospital, he had been warned and threatened several tis, unable to do anything about it.
These past few days, the issues regarding the Zane Family have been abuzz on the internet, likely the handiwork of this man.
Now that carry has her guardian angel by her side, then, it should be ti for him to exit the stage.
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