"Sorry," Nathan Moore said, his voice hoarse, "I didn’t mean to, it’s just that he... is disobedient..." Although the excuse sounded a bit unscrupulous, it was indeed the truth.
His brother does not listen to him, only following his own heart.
Giving him a stern glare, Titus Zane was left speechless.
She’s not a naive little girl, of course she knew what the hardness pressing against her abdomen was.
But this man is really shameless, clearly he was subtly making small movements poking her abdomen, yet he dared say... it wasn’t intentional!
With both hands pushing against Nathan Moore’s chest, her movements sudden, Titus Zane tried hard to escape his clutches, no longer wanting to share the same room with this man, even though his scent had a calming effect.
However, because Titus Zane’s movements were sudden and she applied force unexpectedly, Nathan Moore, unprepared, rolled onto the floor, clutching a certain part and grimacing in pain.
Not caring about anything else, Titus Zane jumped off the bed and rushed towards the restroom.
Seconds later, Titus Zane stood in front of Nathan Moore, looking down at him as she righteously questioned him.
"Where are my clothes!"
"In the washing machine, they should be clean now," Nathan Moore said, still lying on the floor, grasping that spot, his handsome face pale.
She was set to explode—he had brought her to the villa without her consent and then took the liberty to throw her clothes into the washing machine...
But seeing his painful expression seemed genuine; if he could fake such paleness and sweat beads on his forehead, he’d deserve an Oscar.
Bending her knee, Titus Zane crouched down and prodded Nathan Moore’s shoulder with a finger, "Hey, it didn’t get damaged, did it?"
That part of a man is very fragile, she knew, especially when it’s as hard as steel—it couldn’t be... broken, could it?
This realization startled Titus Zane and made her lean forward again to prod Nathan Moore, "Speak up, or shall I call an ambulance for you?"
Although she had resented him, she didn’t intend to break his lifeline; perhaps there’s still time to get him to a hospital.
Nathan Moore reluctantly withdrew his gaze, his handsome eyebrows tightly knit.
"It hurts, but a little massage will help," he said.
Speaking thus, he began to rub the area himself, though he was rather clumsy at it.
Titus Zane felt somewhat guilty; she already caused her sister to be unable to have sexual relations, if she also caused Nathan Moore to lose his manhood she would be utterly inexcusable.
Leaning forward, one hand rested on her bent knee, the other hand reached out.
Nathan Moore obediently removed his hand, even stretched out his curled body, slightly squinting his dark eyes, enjoying Titus Zane’s careful service.
Although his face still showed pain, those slightly squinted eyes uncontrollably wandered to that spot again.
Titus Zane was now bending down; the collar of the standard pajamas opened on either side, giving Nathan Moore the perfect angle to glimpse the beauty inside, even exposing some charming light pink.
Titus Zane was now kneeling, one knee on the floor, the pajamas covering her long legs decently, but if one were lying on the floor...
That mysterious spot was fully in view.
There Titus Zane gently soothed, her view filled with such tempting beauty, Nathan Moore closed his eyes, passionately enjoying Titus Zane’s service.
"Feeling better?" Seeing Nathan Moore’s face no longer in pain, Titus Zane asked nonchalantly as she continued her gentle strokes.
She wasn’t a pretentious woman, and since they had shared intimate moments before, aiding him in such a delicate manner didn’t feel odd.
"Mmm," Nathan Moore responded, which sounded more like a groan. Realizing his slip-up, he quickly added, "Much better, a little more rubbing should do the trick."