Titus Zane lowered his eyes, the dense curls of his eyelashes hiding the awkwardness in the depths of his gaze.
He admitted that he did it on purpose, but it was just for the satisfaction of the momentary verbal battle, not wanting to always be suppressed by Olivia Zane. However, he didn’t expect Nathan Moore to appear before him at this time.
The awkwardness, an unprecedented feeling, made it hard for Titus Zane to lift his head.
Although the relationship between the three of them was complicated enough, with each harboring their unspoken feelings, saying that his sister’s husband had fallen in love with him, even coming from his own mouth as the older brother, sounded excessive no matter how one heard it.
He wasn’t a malicious woman, and naturally, he wouldn’t fight with his own sister over a man, especially since he had someone he loved. It’s just that—
Such confessional words, now heard by Nathan Moore, might become another excuse for him to be violent towards him...
The atmosphere was somewhat frozen. Even without looking up, Titus Zane could feel the two gazes cast upon him.
Olivia Zane’s hand on the wheelchair tightened again, and in that brief period, her innocent face underwent rapid changes.
This was what he had always been worried about.
The beauty of Titus Zane was unquestionable, a kind of ethereal beauty that set him apart. He had once witnessed men who couldn’t take their eyes off Titus Zane after just one look.
Although Olivia was well aware that Nathan loved her, she couldn’t guarantee how long this love would last, after all, Titus could offer Nathan what she could not.
Suppressing the insane jealousy in her heart, Olivia Zane curved her lips into a cold smile, just about to speak when Chun Ya, pushing the wheelchair, tightened her grip on the handle slightly.
Olivia Zane was momentarily stunned, then came to a realization, her lips quickly changing from cold to warm, chastising with a smile.
"Brother, I know you are angry with Nathan, but you can’t take it out on me. Luckily, I know you are just trying to irritate me on purpose. If Nathan heard you, he might misunderstand that you are a bad woman trying to seduce her sister’s husband."
Titus Zane lifted his eyes, meeting Olivia Zane’s kind smile, where there was no longer any aggressiveness from before.
Looking past Olivia Zane toward the man still standing at the door, Nathan Moore, the latter’s stern face showed little change. However, emotions not so clear hid within his black eyes, which he well concealed when Titus Zane looked at him.
"What are you looking at, brother?" Olivia Zane asked innocently, then curiously turned her head.
Nathan Moore stepped into the room with long strides, Olivia Zane’s smile turning somewhat awkward.
"Nathan, you... why have you come back? Didn’t you just go to the office?"
"Hmm," Nathan Moore replied indifferently, taking the wheelchair from Chun Ya’s hands, and made a turn with it.
"I came back to fetch a document."
What Nathan Moore said seemed reasonable, but it would not stand up to careful scrutiny.
The villa had four levels.
The housekeepers lived on the first level; the second level was the domain of Nathan and Olivia Zane, with a bedroom each, adjoining one another.
The third and fourth levels had always been empty, and it was later that Titus Zane was squeezed into the last room in the corridor of the fourth floor by Nathan Moore.
Nathan’s study was also on the second floor. If he had come back just to get a document, why would he come up to the fourth floor?
However, Titus Zane’s thoughts were still mired in an awkward state, so he didn’t pay attention to Nathan’s words.
As he turned, Nathan Moore’s black eyes briefly glanced at Titus Zane, who appeared somewhat at a loss on the bed. With just a fleeting look, he pushed Olivia Zane out of the room.
Titus Zane’s hand clutching the blanket tightened, and his heart jumped at Nathan’s meaningful glance, indicating that tonight, there would inevitably be another round of punishment.