Having been with Olivia Zane for many years, Nathan Moore was well aware of her little schemes and her hypocrisy.
No one would willingly share their man with another woman.
Especially when it’s your own flesh and blood, a sister.
However, since she liked to play the hypocrite in front of him, then he didn’t want to expose her; instead, he would protect his woman in the days to come, keeping her by his side to and from work, even taking her with him on business trips, so she wouldn’t have to suffer Olivia’s harsh words.
Watching Nathan hanging up the phone, Titus Zane turned his face towards him, his European-style eyes no longer seductive but cold.
"Can you let go of me now?" His polite words were laced with a distancing coldness that kept people thousands of miles away.
"What’s the matter? Jealous?" Nathan placed the phone back on the desk, slightly raising his handsome eyebrows.
"Nathan Moore, do you feel accomplished playing with the emotions of the two of us sisters?"
On one hand, he was pretending to be affectionate to Olivia Zane, and on the other, he was flirting with her. She didn’t understand how she had failed to realize before that this man was such a scumbag!
The smile at the bottom of Nathan’s eyes stiffened, and as he met Titus’s cold gaze, his obsidian eyes also became serious.
One word at a time, he said, "It was you who lay on my chest and said, ’Let’s have a baby together, you, me, and Lily. Let’s live a good life together.’"
Had an expression that was a mix of amusement and surprise, quite vivid.
This man was really good at making up stories, spewing such despicable lies, and even dared to blame her. She must have been crazy to utter such a laughable statement.
"What now? Having second thoughts?" Seeing such a reaction from Titus, Nathan’s gaze lowered, looking at her as if to say, if Titus dares to back out, he wouldn’t make it easy for her.
"Hmph," a cold snort burst from her nose, Titus didn’t hide her mockery, helplessly turning her face away and then back again, the mockery in her eyes and brows even more evident as she spoke.
"Nathan Moore, can you not be so childish? Setting aside the fact that the three of us living together would be criticized by the world, even if I had said it, that was three years ago. You didn’t cherish it then, and now you have the audacity to bring it up again. Have you thought about Lily’s feelings? Have you considered that if there was indeed a child, would you want your own child to grow up under the strange gazes of others?"
Nathan’s obsidian gaze locked tightly on Titus as if carving each word from his thin lips, speaking his determination.
"We could move abroad. There, there are no rumors or slanders."
Felt that talking to this man was like talking to a brick wall, he would kiss her whenever there was a disagreement, and forced her to help him with such unspeakable matters, and now...
Suddenly, she realized this man’s thought processes were different from ordinary people, very dangerous, and it would be better to avoid him in the future.
Therefore, Titus decisively ended the conversation, extending her hand, her palm open in front of Nathan.
"We’ve made an equivalent exchange; you’ve collected your interest, and now where’s the thing I wanted?"
Looking at him, Nathan stayed silent, and after a few seconds, he reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a plastic bag. Titus took it, and a single strand of black hair lay quietly inside.
"How did you get it?"
"The process isn’t important; it’s the result that matters." Nathan turned his handsome face away, withdrawing the hand that had been locked around Titus’s waist, both hands propped on the arms of the executive chair, his gaze falling somewhere, almost as if he were sighing while speaking.
Jumping down from Nathan’s lap, Titus put the plastic bag into her own purse, lifting the corner of her lips, "Thank you."
Nathan suddenly looked over, a hint of a curve at his lips, "I prefer a more tangible expression of gratitude."