When Nathan Moore came out, Titus Zane was still sitting on the marble floor, the woman who usually loved cleanliness and tidiness, now, with fallen cigarette ashes scattered before her on the ground.
One hand tightly clutching a pack of cigarettes, and the other holding a cigarette resting on her lips, she kept inhaling; the cigarette had already burned out, but she hadn't noticed, as if possessed by an internal fire.
Nathan had already put on his homewear and walked over, bent down to lift her up from the marble floor, placing her on the sofa, and then took the cigarette butt between her fingers and put it in the ashtray.
After completing a series of movements, just as he was about to sit down next to Titus, she shot him a sharp glance.
"Stay away from me, sit over there!"
Nathan was about to sit down when he paused, glanced at Titus, and met her obviously sharp eyes. Without saying anything, he obediently sat down at the other end of the sofa.
