"Stop overthinking, go to sleep."
Without the excitement or thrill one might imagine, Nathan Moore spoke calmly, then gently patted Olivia Zane’s hand resting on his chest, and closed his eyes.
In the darkness, Olivia Zane bit her lower lip. She knew that men had desires; otherwise, he wouldn’t frequently visit Titus Zane’s room, sometimes every night.
Although she was unclear about the specific situation there, she could imagine it.
Despite being two floors away, she could hear Titus Zane’s cursing, and intermittently, faintly, sounds that made her blush, her heart race, mixed with jealousy and hatred, yet a feeling of powerlessness as well.
"But I want..." Olivia Zane persisted bravely, meanwhile, the hand resting on Nathan’s chest slowly moved downwards, attempting to explore that forbidden area.
She knew that once some things started, they were hard to stop, just like the first time Nathan Moore stepped into her sister’s room...
If she couldn’t control it, then she would change the direction and let it develop toward what she hoped for.
If she could satisfy him, perhaps he would no longer visit her sister’s room.
Olivia Zane’s hand had not yet touched that sensitive spot when Nathan Moore firmly grasped it.
A cold voice rose above her, carrying a warning, and in the darkness, it was especially clear.
"Nathan..." Olivia Zane puckered her lips in grievance, looked up at the man beside her, and spoke the words she had always been afraid to say.
In the past, Nathan had held her countless times, kissed her, whispered in her ear with burning breath, asking her, "Olivia, may I?"
At that time, she said she wanted to save her first time for their wedding night, as the best gift for him.
Olivia Zane admitted that this man truly loved her; he would rather take a cold shower than force anything.
Indeed, she also wanted to entrust herself to him, but...
"Good girl, don’t fuss. We have a contract discussion tomorrow, let’s rest early."
One sentence utterly extinguished the hope Olivia Zane had sparked, and she unwillingly "oh"ed, her heart heavily disheartened.
Just moments ago, her fingers had purposefully wandered over his lower abdomen, trying to stir his desire, yet she did not achieve her goal.
Although she didn’t touch that spot, she still understood. The man wasn’t aroused at all because his body, his muscles, were relaxed as usual, without any tension.
Like his voice just now, it carried not a hint of change.
Weekend came, and it was the day Olivia Zane went back to visit her parents.
On the second floor, Olivia Zane was still picking clothes in front of the mirror, picking out one piece after another, then asking the man behind her, "Does this look good?"
Titus Zane had changed clothes and was sitting on the sofa waiting.
Indeed, it was ironic. Normally couples go to the wife’s family home together, but for them, it was typical for three to go.
Every time Olivia returned home, Nathan Moore would accompany her, and she, too, had to come along.
The black Mercedes stopped in front of the villa, Nathan Moore pushing Olivia Zane out,💑 the driver had already opened the rear car door waiting.
Nathan Moore carried Olivia Zane into the back seat, and the driver hurriedly folded the wheelchair and placed it in the trunk.
Titus Zane opened the passenger door and sat down, his cold face showing no extra emotion.
Even though they were all family, the treatment was different; she had grown accustomed to it.
Just like people around Nathan Moore, they would respectfully call her "Madam" or "Mrs.," yet they all knew, the woman Nathan held in his lap was his true love.