Chapter 408: 404, she’s degrading herself.
Titus Zane had a deep sleep and also woke up early. By the time Nathan Moore woke up, the woman he had held in his arms last night was already gone.
Rubbing his temples, a night of hangover, a thoroughly indulgent indulgence, he didn’t feel tired at all; instead, his muscles and bones felt much more relaxed.
Moving the arm that had been sore from being used as a pillow by the woman, Nathan Moore got up and walked towards the living room while calling out, "Titus Zane?"
The living room was so quiet it seemed empty. If not for the pile of ash in front of the door serving as a reminder, Nathan Moore could have had the illusion that everything from last night was just a dream.
In the sofa, that empty feeling persisted, only the ashtray on the coffee table, filled with cigarette butts, was present.
Exhaling forcefully, Nathan Moore turned around to look for his phone. Where could this woman have gone so early in the morning?
She cried so hard last night, and he hurt her again. She should still be unwell. Why would she run off? Couldn’t she give him a break?
After shaking out the clothes he wore the day before, he finally found his phone and tried to power it on only to realize it had automatically shut off.
He hastily found the charger, plugged it in, and hurried to turn on the phone. Holding the phone in both hands, he kept pressing buttons, and finally, the touch screen lit up again.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Nathan Moore sat down on the floor, found Titus Zane’s number, and dialed. For some reason, he felt anxious with the phone against his ear.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is switched off..."
Hearing the standardized voice coming from the receiver, Nathan Moore’s body went limp, collapsing backward.
Lying flat on the floor, the phone he had been holding fell to the ground. Looking at the ceiling above, his eyes were devoid of emotion, a picture of emptiness.
...
Leaning in the bathtub, Titus Zane rested her hands on the edge, and her downward gaze completely masked the redness within.
When she came back, the taxi driver saw her disheveled hair and swollen eyes and asked with concern if she had met with a bad guy... if she needed help calling the police...
At that moment, she really had the impulse to call the police and tell them she was forced by that bad man. But her sanity prevailed, and turning to look out the window, she gently refused, "No need."
It was very painful down there; she had just checked, and it was swollen and inflamed.
She didn’t know if it was because it had been too long since she’d had such an experience or because that man was just recklessly forceful, with each thrust seeming to use all his strength.
There was no pleasure at all, only unbearable pain.
Her hanging lashes trembled, and Titus Zane cursed herself internally, she deserved it!
He was just drunk; he wasn’t going to die. It was her who foolishly went over to show concern, and then... fell into his trap.
"Nathan Moore, you bastard!" A curse slipped from her lips in a soft voice, yet when it came out, it sounded aggrieved.
She would never let her heart overflow with love again, never want to see him again, not for the rest of her life!
After cleaning up, she stood in front of the mirror, looking at the series of purple marks below her neck, which stood out starkly on her pale skin.
She searched her large wardrobe for a long time before finding a high-necked sweater. She put it on and lifted the raised collar even higher to her chin, finally hiding those glaring marks.
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In the President’s office at State Element Electronics Co., Secretary Liu brought in coffee. The effects of the overnight hangover seemed nonexistent, with her gray business attire neatly worn and long hair tidily pulled back. The thought of the assistant not arriving for work at this time put her in an exceptionally good mood.
Such a beautiful woman, and she had drunk so much liquor; perhaps she was molested on her way back home.
Thinking of this possibility, Secretary Liu’s mood brightened even further, and she couldn’t help but let out a laugh.
"Secretary Liu, is there something to be happy about? You seem so joyful this early in the morning."
Looking up and meeting the President’s cold gaze, Secretary Liu was startled, and her smile stiffened.