Chapter 435: 431, Nathan Moore’s Test
"All these years, I’ve been useless, needing you to take care of me. Now that I’m finally no longer useless, I don’t want to trouble Auntie with these little things."
If this were the past, Nathan Moore would have felt touched, but now, he felt a sense of guilt, even considering it a burden.
In the past, deciding to live together with three people was because Olivia Zane couldn’t move around herself. As a man, he felt it was his duty to take care of her for life. Moreover, he was capable of doing so. It was just an extra pair of chopsticks on the dining table.
Now, she is gradually getting better. Although her movement isn’t quite nimble, he believes it won’t take too long for her to fully recover.
Nathan Moore had thought that once she was fully recovered, he would help her find a reliable man, which would allow him to rest assured and at ease.
Thinking of finding a reliable man for Olivia Zane, Nathan Moore suddenly remembered something.
He took the tray from Olivia Zane’s hands and put it aside, then pulled her hands and said with a smile, "We have Auntie at home. Let her do these things; you just focus on being beautiful."
Being treated gently by Nathan Moore, Olivia Zane felt pampered and startled, her joy apparent; she pouted her lips and softly called out, "Nathan~"
She nestled her little face into Nathan Moore’s chest like an affection-seeking kitten.
Nathan Moore wrapped one hand around Olivia Zane’s back and rested the other on her head, gently stroking her hair. His eyes, looking ahead, narrowed slightly, and his thin lips revealed a hint of emotion that was hard to detect.
That time, Felix Shaw joked that if there was a hole, a man would find a way in...
A cold sneer echoed in his heart as Nathan Moore lightly kissed the top of Olivia Zane’s head.
This caused Olivia Zane to look up at him, her eyes reflecting confusion and haziness.
"Nathan?"
"Hmm," Nathan Moore responded softly, the nasal sound of his voice was very charming.
His defined fingers pinched Olivia Zane’s chin, and his lowered gaze rested on her lips.
He had to admit that Olivia Zane’s complexion was more pleasing to the eye than any other woman’s, fair with a hint of pink, especially the pair of lips in front of him, which were even more luscious than those of women who wore lip gloss.
They looked temptingly delicate.
In Olivia Zane’s longing gaze, Nathan Moore lowered his handsome face and captured those lips, sucking on them delicately.
At first, Olivia Zane just closed her eyes and received it, but gradually, she began to try to respond.
It had been so long since she’d received Nathan Moore’s caresses that she was even a bit clumsy in responding.
Towards Olivia Zane, Nathan Moore was always gentle, never forceful, unless... he was in the throes of desire.
The kiss deepened from a gentle exploration of Olivia Zane’s contours to an eager intensity, as he turned her over and pinned her beneath him, his large hand caressing over the fabric of her long dress.
"Lily, may I," a question emerged from between their lips, Olivia Zane was clearly very much involved, but she felt his fingers suddenly startle her eyes open.
As if frightened, she kept shaking her head, her words even somewhat incomprehensible, "No, no, Nathan, I can’t, I..."
"We said that we wanted to save the best for our wedding night, and now that we’re husband and wife, why can’t we?"
Propped above Olivia Zane, Nathan Moore’s smiling face was even more tender, his lips pecking kisses on hers again and again.
"No, it’s not okay!"
The panic in Olivia Zane’s eyes grew worse; she pushed against Nathan Moore’s chest with both hands to stop him.
"Nathan, listen to me, I’m not ready yet, give me some time, can we be together after a while... Is that okay?"