Titus Zane’s gaze drifted past Alder Locke to the distance, becoming vacant.
"Alder Locke, is it true that my relationship with Nathan Moore is unacceptable to society?"
Watching Titus Zane’s powerless and sorrowful deanor, Alder Locke’s brows tightened, and he took a step forward, his raised hand swiftly clasping the back of Titus Zane’s head. Before she could react and struggle, her face was forcibly pressed against his chest.
A sigh arose from the top of her head as Alder Locke said, "Be good, stop thinking about it. Won should live simply and happily."
Alder Locke never denied that he was a master at flirting with girls, confident that even without a prominent family background or handso appearance, his skills alone could conquer many won.
However, at this mont, he truly felt pity for the woman in front of him, without any pretense, only wishing to take her under his wing and let her live simply and happily.
Because beautiful won should be carefree, not constantly frowning.
Being forcefully pulled into Alder Locke’s embrace, Titus Zane felt very uncomfortable, realizing that apart from Nathan Moore, she really repelled all other n.
She gently tapped Alder Locke with her hand, feeling suffocated, Titus Zane muffledly said, "Let go, I’m going to suffocate."
"Sorry." With these two words and a "pop" sound, Alder Locke released Titus Zane after giving her a kiss on the head.
He then considerately tightened her scarf and smoothed her wavy hair.
It must be said that Alder Locke’s care for Titus Zane was asured just right, neither invasive nor flirty, completely staying within the bounds of gentlemanly decorum, which is why it wasn’t off-putting.
Titus Zane took a step back, her expression unnatural.
Although when abroad, eting and parting from friends would involve polite hugs or even kisses on the cheek, it was different now that she was in her ho country, and she was well aware of Alder Locke’s intentions.
Her lips pressed together, her downcast eyes concealing her emotions, but Alder Locke still noticed her discomfort.
Without changing his expression, he curled the corner of his lips and raised his hand, lightly embracing her arm again, "Let’s go, it’s getting late, and it’s ti for lunch after the city tower tour."
As a man accustod to the company of won, he had mastered the art of winning a woman’s heart, skillfully alternating between withdrawal and concern...asuring his advances with perfect tension.
Titus Zane kept her gaze lowered, chanically moving forward alongside Alder Locke.
Her mind was complicated and in disarray, filled with thoughts of her relationship with Nathan Moore and when it would be accepted by their elders.
Standing on the city tower, she felt no excitent or joy. There weren’t many tourists visiting Capital City in winter, just small groups of visitors pointing at the view below, while Titus Zane took out her phone to call Nathan Moore as Alder Locke looked around.
After a long ti and nobody answering the call, just before it was about to disconnect automatically, the call was finally picked up.
Just as Titus Zane was about to speak "Nathan," Nathan Moore’s voice ca through.
"I’m currently in H city, encountered so trouble here, afraid my trip to Capital City has to be postponed."
"What happened? What sort of trouble?" Just last night he was in T city, and now he had already flown to H city.
"It’s nothing, I’ll handle it." His tone was indifferent, and Titus Zane could tell that he must have encountered so serious trouble.
Anxious, she wanted to confirm her guess, "Tell , what exactly happened? Did Grandpa send soone there causing trouble for you!"
"It’s still unclear, there’s so issue with the hotel here..."
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