Although Samuel Zane had always opposed it, Nathan Moore could see that his concern was different from Ariana Evans; Ariana was insincere and used others for her advantage, but Samuel genuinely cared.
Sighing, Nathan Moore advised, "Don’t bla your grandfather; he has your best interests at heart,"
"Nathan, you’re still speaking up for him after the way he treats you!"
Titus Zane frowned in disagreent but was t with another sigh from Nathan Moore, "It was all because I was such a bastard back then. If... if I hadn’t treated you that way, he wouldn’t have opposed us."
Nathan Moore’s handso face grew even more solemn, his forehead pressed against Titus’s, regretting his past actions. Unfortunately, what’s done cannot be undone, so he could only strive to treat her twice as well in the future, to make up for the harm he had caused her three years ago.
"But Nathan, have you ever thought," Titus Zane clung tightly around Nathan’s neck, her eyes reddening seriously, "if... if you hadn’t imprisoned by your side, perhaps our paths would never have crossed in this lifeti."
Nathan Moore chuckled, "So, we should thank Lily. If she hadn’t cunningly orchestrated everything, perhaps you would now be soone else’s wife..."
"Nathan..."
Titus murmured, leaning in to offer her lips, and their lips gently ca together in a tender embrace, sipping, nibbling, grinding against each other.
"Seems I’ve arrived at an inconvenient ti?" A voice neither icy nor warm rang from the doorway, Alder Locke leaned on the door handle with one hand and propped the door fra with the other, standing outside the room, neither entering nor planning to leave.
The two stopped kissing and looked towards the door at the sa ti, their arms still wrapped around Nathan’s neck, Titus frowned unhappily, "Alder Locke, why are you so annoying!"
Alder Locke shrugged nonchalantly, "I didn’t want to disturb you, but Grandpa Zane asked you both to co downstairs."
After that, he turned and strode downstairs, the casual deanor on Alder Locke’s face disappearing the mont he turned around, replaced by a gloomy expression.
The two also followed out of the room. Downstairs in the living room, Samuel Zane still sat on the sa sofa, his majestic face showing no other emotion.
Abigail Zimrman sat on the neighboring sofa. Seeing the two co down the staircase, she started to stand wanting to approach, hesitated, but remained stationary, watching them descend step by step, wanting to say sothing yet holding back.
Having reached the living room, before Samuel Zane could speak, Nathan Moore started, his hand firmly holding Titus’s, the two standing before Samuel Zane.
"Grandfather, whether you oppose or support us, Titus and I are husband and wife. This ti coming to the capital, I intend to take my wife ho."
At first, he thought sincerity might move the old man, but now it seed unnecessary.
"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Samuel Zane mockingly curled his lip, "Delusional talk. I don’t agree—let’s see how you plan to take Titus away."
"Grandfather, how can you be so unreasonable! I’m an adult, and I have the freedom to choose my own marriage!"
Titus protested defiantly. Samuel Zane’s face darkened suddenly, and he reprimanded sternly, "Stubborn fool, just like your mother! She was just as obstinate back in the day. And the result? Nothing left of her but bones. As long as this old man’s around, I will not consent to you being together!"
Samuel Zane’s attitude had suddenly hardened, which couldn’t be unrelated to Alder Locke who had just been at the side. Having seen the photo in the elder’s room the day before, he now rembered the one hidden in the wallet of his father, Finnian Xenos. Although he was unclear about the elders’ past, a little thought brought to light the intricacies of their relationships.
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