Seeing Nathan Moore unmoved, she raised her hand and slapped his handsome face, "Don't touch me, get away!"
Cold eyes, cold words, just like the hand that landed on the side of the face, chilling to the bone.
The already chilly room, due to that crisp sound, experienced an even further drop in temperature.
Meeting Nathan Moore's cold gaze, Titus Zane didn't back down at all, his face emotionless and icy as he confronted him.
Already hurt, what else could be done?
The worst could be returning the slap, but physical pain is less severe compared to the wounds left on the heart. This bastard, using the guise of gentleness to deceive, and sadly, she believed it.
The slap on Nathan Moore's face was tightly clenched in his palm, so tight it hurt between the fingers.
Looking at her, Nathan Moore said, "Titus Zane, hurting you is not my intention, but I have no regrets at all."
