The two words without any emotion carried an unquestionable authority. Titus Zane hesitated for a moment and then took a seat beside Nathan Moore. The latter glanced at Sophie Foster across from him and said, "Light me a cigarette."
Titus Zane picked up the cigarette pack again, pulled out a cigarette, and was about to place it at Nathan Moore's lips when the latter turned his gaze, "I said light me a cigarette, what, didn't you understand?"
Titus Zane...
I couldn't fathom what tantrum this man was throwing again, not wanting to lose face in front of others, I placed the cigarette in my lips and lit it with the lighter, inhaling awkwardly before I choked and coughed, covering my mouth.
There was no comfort offered, and even as Titus Zane coughed, Nathan Moore's gaze was filled with evident distaste. He took the cigarette from Titus Zane's fingers along with the lighter, lit it at his own lips, while Titus Zane silently returned to the sofa to sit.
