Nathan Moore never knew that once won started gossiping, it would never end.
...Nathan Moore, does Evander fancy your secretary?
...How are things developing between them?
Should we help them out, or create so opportunities for them to be alone...
Hassled by Titus Zane, Nathan Moore suddenly pulled the woman leaning on the desk into his lap, "No need!"
If he can’t even handle a woman, what kind of man is he?
All afternoon, Titus Zane couldn’t restrain his curiosity, sotis quietly cracking the office door to sneak a peek, sotis pretending to get hot water as he passed by the secretary’s desk...
As Nathan Moore buried himself in his work, he shook his head helplessly, saying won mature earlier than n but his woman... her emotional intelligence wasn’t even that of an immature child.
Thinking of this, Nathan Moore once again worried about his future offspring. No, when he had ti, he needed to find a good traditional Chinese dicine practitioner to inquire about how to have only daughters instead of sons.
In the evening, a few brothers gathered at the club, each bringing their partners, only Evander Lancaster was still single.
"Evander, why didn’t you bring Secretary Han?" Titus Zane couldn’t help his curiosity and asked as everyone looked up from the poker table, except for Nathan Moore.
Evander Lancaster has always been indifferent to won, everyone knew that; he hasn’t dated or had a girlfriend in over twenty-plus years. Now that Titus Zane ntioned "Secretary Han," everyone was curious.
Quite generously, Evander took a card and played it, "I actually wanted to bring her, but she didn’t show any interest."
"Sister Li, who is Secretary Han?" Sophie Foster turned her head toward Titus Zane curiously gossiping, having gained so weight during her pregnancy, her face was chubby, almost like a little bun.
Mia Foster was playing cards for Felix Shaw and also looked up to see Titus Zane turning towards Nathan Moore, clinging to his arm, "Nathan Moore, ask Secretary Han to co too."
Nathan Moore was playing with the mahjong tiles in front of him, speechless. Opposite him, Felix Shaw, sitting next to Mia Foster, suddenly expressed his surprise.
"Big brother, does your wife call you like this at ho too?"
Nathan Moore glanced at Felix Shaw indifferently, perhaps having grown accustod to being addressed by his full na by Titus Zane, he hadn’t thought much of it. Now, prompted by Felix Shaw, he seed to realize it was inappropriate and looked down at the woman clinging to his arm, the corners of his thin lips slightly curving.
"What do you call ?"
"Nathan Moore."
She had always addressed him like that for years, was there sothing wrong?
"Hmm?" A single syllable slipped out; Nathan Moore smiled ambiguously, while Titus Zane didn’t understand, "Then what should I call you?"
"’Nathan’ or ’husband’,"
Titus Zane...
Instinctively glancing around at the other people at the table, she swallowed and tentatively called out, "Nathan..."
To tell the truth, it was her first ti addressing him like this in front of so many people; she felt sowhat embarrassed to speak up, as removing the surna made it sound much more intimate.
"Hmm," Nathan Moore looked satisfied and continued playing cards, "From now on, call that outside, and call ’husband’ when we’re at ho."
With an "oh," Titus Zane once again glanced stealthily around the table. Seeing the others’ attention return to the mahjong tiles, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
"Get my phone and call Secretary Han, have her send a docunt over."
"I’ll call now," always happy to help, Titus Zane eagerly grabbed Nathan Moore’s phone from the table and stood up to go to the other side.
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