, held by Nathan Moore as they sat in the taxi, Titus Zane was still worried. His car was parked right at the road next to the restaurant. Wasn't he worried it might get towed away?
It was not until Nathan took out his phone to ask if his subordinates had arrived that Titus realized, that big-chested, brainless woman was still sleeping in the car. No wonder she didn't see her after walking out of the restaurant.
A certain factor in her heart was fermenting quickly, then turned into an acidic liquid. When Nathan hung up the phone, Titus glared at him, "Really managing the front and back courts so systematically."
Pocketing his phone in his suit, when he turned around, Nathan's eyes tinged red held specks of a smile.
His handsome face leaned closer, greatly reducing the distance, and he asked in a hushed tone, "What's the matter? Jealous?"
"Not at all." Titus turned her face forward, her chin lifted, either showing her displeasure or disdain.
