Chapter 451: 447, you... that’s what I’m afraid of
"Come here."
Seeing the woman look at him as if he were a thief, staying far away, Nathan Moore’s expression was none too pleased; he waved her over.
Titus Zane shook his head and grabbed the lapels of her coat tighter, wrapping herself up securely.
She definitely couldn’t go over there; things might escalate to force.
However, this action only made Nathan Moore’s expression uglier, as if dark clouds had gathered, and now, it could be described as "covered in ice and snow."
"Titus Zane, don’t make me say it twice."
Titus Zane licked her lips and glanced at her wristwatch. "Uh, Nathan Moore, it’s getting late, you should go back," she said.
"Heh!" A cold laugh echoed as Nathan Moore stretched an arm over the back of the seat, one long leg crossed over the other, shaking continuously, exuding arrogance and laziness.
"I was supposed to be partying with my buddies at this hour, but you disappeared, and I followed you here. And now, you’re actually telling me to leave?"
Although a bit afraid of Nathan Moore, Titus Zane’s thoughts were clear. Seizing on the key point in Nathan Moore’s words, she retorted.
"Let me clarify this: as you just said, it was you who followed me here, not me... inviting you."
Titus Zane deliberately stressed the last few words, making the meaning very clear: You came after me willingly; I didn’t ask you to.
"Heh!" Another cold laugh. Nathan Moore narrowed his eyes slightly, "Titus Zane, it’s just dawned on me that you’re the type to cross the river and tear down the bridge."
Titus Zane...
Felt she might have been a bit too harsh, just asking for his help and now sending him away, but still—
"I have trauma, you... that thing, it scares me."
"Huff..." Nathan Moore took a long breath out, sighing a feeling of helplessness.
"Come here, I won’t force you." Seeing that Titus Zane didn’t seem to believe him and stood still, he sighed again and said, "These past three years without you by my side, haven’t I still made it through?"
In his heart surged an indescribable feeling, hard to define, a mix of excitement, pride, and sweetness.
Biting her lip, Titus Zane sneered, "Who would believe that; aren’t all you men just creatures that think with the lower half of your body!
Nathan Moore...
"Even lower half thinking needs his willingness to consider action!"
Having said that and not giving Titus Zane any chance to argue, he stood up and strode towards her.
Titus Zane, acting all innocent after taking advantage, cried out in shock when Nathan Moore suddenly stood up, and dashed towards the bedroom, fast as lightning like a scared rabbit.
Nathan Moore was amused and helpless. Was he really that scary?
As Titus Zane was about to close the bedroom door, a long leg stretched in, and with a push of the palm, the door was forcefully kept from closing.
However, Nathan Moore didn’t push it open, because Titus Zane turned around and sat on the floor, barricading the doorknob tightly.
"Get up, open the door."
Titus Zane...
Stayed seated without moving, knowing he wouldn’t push too hard anyway.
"Get up, the floor is cold, don’t you remember your period is due in the next few days!"
Nathan Moore scolded displeasingly, furrowing his handsome brows.
Titus Zane turned to gaze at Nathan Moore through the partly ajar door, her lips slightly parted in surprise.
Being stared at like this made Nathan Moore’s face redden a bit; he licked his lips and shifted his gaze evasively, "I remember... in the past... it seemed you always got it around the middle of the month..."
Titus Zane...
Incredulous, she stared at Nathan Moore for a long while before blurting out, "Nathan Moore! You’re a pervert!"—to think he remembered her menstrual cycle!