When she made it to the elevator, the doors were just opening. Inside, stood a man exuding an icy aura, gazing at her with a somber face.
Titus Zane stood frozen outside the elevator, tilting her head up. As Nathan Moore strode out with long steps, he reached out and grasped her wrist, and in a swift twist,
Titus Zane's back was pressed against the wall behind her.
Before she could speak, a kiss overwhelmed her. His strong hands cradled her face as he kissed her fervently. Her eyes widened, her delicate brows furrowed—Titus Zane seemed to not yet grasp what was happening.
Only when the ambiguous sounds of sucking and kissing entered her ear did Titus Zane react, her hands pushing against Nathan Moore's chest while she tried to avoid him with her small face.
"Nathan Moore… mmm… this is the hallway… mmm… let go…"
Her breathy voice, whether due to nervousness or the lips that sealed her breath, kept dodging left and right, but she couldn't escape Nathan Moore's ardor.
