Jon laughed, revealing a set of neat white teeth, saying nonchalantly, "What’s the big fuss? We’ve shared a bed before, do you still care about sharing a cup of coffee?"
Realized that no matter if it’s domestically or abroad, shameless men are all the same!
Today Jon forcefully drank her coffee, and last night, Nathan Moore forcefully kissed her!
Suddenly, her index and middle finger covered her full lips, last night... Nathan Moore actually kissed her while she was drunk and dazed...
"No need to be so nervous, I didn’t kiss you directly."
Watching her, Jon’s handsome face showed a sly expression.
"You dare!" Titus Zane stood up, grabbed her handbag, and glared fiercely at Jon, "If you dare have any inappropriate thoughts about me, I’ll pickle you!"
After saying that, she strode away.
As she turned around, the fierce look on her face disappeared instantly, replaced by a hint of worry.
She has a phobia of men; for three years, she has never shared a bed with a man, but she feels no disgust towards Nathan Moore and Jon.
This realization made her somewhat panic.
Nathan Moore, the inescapable nightmare of the past three years, although she always told herself that she had forgotten, still, a dream in the middle of the night would shock her awake from the nightmare.
Just like the scar on her forehead, she spared no expense wanting to completely remove it, symbolizing the end of the nightmare, but no matter what, there was still a faint trace left, impossible to completely remove, much like the ineradicable nightmare at the bottom of her heart.
As for Jon, Titus Zane didn’t dislike him, of course, except when he was not being serious.
But earlier, when she had her doubts, Sister Flower had revealed to her that Jon is a descendant of the E country’s Imperial Family, with royal blood flowing through his veins, of noble status, not just anyone’s case to handle...
So, for this kind of person who could only be revered from afar, she only wanted to admire and absolutely did not want to touch.
However, these two men who she could not and did not want to touch, she didn’t feel any aversion to, and even, when they slept by her side, she could actually sleep peacefully.
Titus Zane left in a hurry, fleeing in desperation, and because her mind was on other things, she bumped into chairs in the restaurant a few times. Sitting at the dining table, watching her fleeing figure, Jon’s lips involuntarily curved upwards.
"Sir, are you finished dining?" a restaurant server came over and politely asked.
Jon casually responded, his gaze still following Titus Zane.
Reaching out, his long fair fingers stretched into the inner pocket of his leather jacket, took out his wallet, and handed a few bills to the server, "Sir, just a moment." The server took the money and turned around to head to the counter to settle the bill, and after only a few steps, Jon called out, "Wait a moment!"
"Sir, is there anything else you need?" the server turned around, puzzled, and Jon held up the empty coffee cup, "Another cup of coffee, use this one."
Stood there stunned, not expecting the foreign guest to have such a habit; accustomed to brewing a new cup of coffee in a cup that had already been used.
Indeed, foreign guests never waste food. When ordering, they would only order enough food for eighty percent fullnes, and she even saw a foreign guest once, when a small piece of steak fell to the ground, he bent down, picked up the steak with his fingers and put it directly into his mouth.
"What? Not enough money? I have more here."
While speaking, Jon went on to pull out more big bills from his wallet, and the server smiled, took the coffee cup, and said with an apology, "Sir, the money you gave is enough, just a moment!"
As the server turned around, there was a look of disappointment on their face, thinking how such a handsome man could be so stingy, even wanting a new cup of coffee by reusing the previous cup’s grounds.