Titus Zane first comforted Wesley Foley with a few words, then got up to fetch their coats.
When he helped Wesley put on his coat, in Nathan Moore's eyes, it was a gesture both gentle and considerate, and also those slightly knitted beautiful brows.
Was he feeling sympathy for this pretty boy? Or was he angry his secretary got him drunk?
Ignoring Nathan's dark facial features and the cold light in his eyes, he put one of Wesley's arms around his neck and over his shoulder, supporting him as they walked towards the door of the private room.
Nathan's gaze followed the woman whose expression was clearly not calm until Titus's figure disappeared from sight.
Only then did he turn back, his features cold and hard, glancing at the secretary who was still clinging to him.
Tilly Zimmerman was quite drunk, already leaning against his chest, semi-conscious. His icy gaze held little emotion as he carded her along to grab their coats from the rack and turned to head for the door.
