Chapter 424: 420, Nathan Moore, let’s not see each other anymore.
As evening fell and work ended, just as she stepped out of the company’s main entrance, she saw Nathan Moore waiting in front of the company’s door.
A long black coat, a dark green fine velvet sweater, black trousers, leaning against the Bentley’s body.
Seeing her exit the main entrance, he didn’t come over but slightly tilted his head. Even from a distance, Titus Zane could clearly see a faint smile hiding within those obsidian eyes.
She felt somewhat dazed staring at the gracefully standing man in front, an automatic thought popping up in her mind—All the good men are already taken.
Just like the man in front of her, who was her sister Olivia Zane’s... So, she should step aside, rather than continue this complicated entanglement.
During the afternoon in her office, Titus Zane thought about a lot of things.
About Nicole Zane, of course, but even more about her own future.
Seeing the man gesture to her, Titus Zane took a deep breath and walked down the stairs towards Nathan Moore.
Some things should be dealt with sooner rather than later, otherwise, everyone gets hurt.
"On such a cold day, you don’t even think to button up,"
Just as she stepped off the marble pavement, Nathan Moore stood up to meet her, noticing that Titus Zane’s coat was open, his brows slightly furrowed as his well-defined fingers moved to button it for her, but she avoided him subtly.
Taking another deep breath, she exhaled with an undeniable sigh.
"Nathan Moore, let’s talk."
Her voice was a bit hoarse, her eyes slightly swollen, especially her lips—barely curving into a smile—conveying a sense of decadence and feeble despair.
Avoided by Titus Zane, Nathan Moore’s defined fingers grasping at air, unconsciously rubbed together before dropping to his side. His dark eyes lifted to meet hers, his tone calm and flat.
"Talk about what?"
Raising her lips slightly once more, Titus Zane said, "I’ve thought it over. From now on, we shouldn’t see each other anymore," she continued, facing Nathan Moore’s increasingly darkening eyes.
"This way, it’s better for you, for me, and for Lily too."
Yes, this was the decision she had made after an afternoon of reflection.
Regarding the night of indulgence from the previous evening, Titus Zane could not describe her feelings at the time.
Whether it’s being moved, having a crush, or... recklessly indulging in a moment of drunken shamelessness,
In any case, whatever it is, now is the time to put an end to it.
She couldn’t continue to be such an unashamed person, tangled up with her sister’s husband.
In the past, she had no choice, but now, if she continued this involvement, she would be seen as a sanctimonious person, someone debasing herself.
So, "Nathan Moore, from now on, we better not see each other anymore."
Titus Zane lowered her gaze, not daring to look at the man whose eyes were clearly filled with anger. Her curled eyelashes did well in hiding her emotions, but the forced curve of her lips couldn’t hide the bitterness in her heart.
"Once I’ve sorted out things here, I will return overseas." The implication was clear: They’d never see each other again.
"Then what was last night all about!" As he watched Titus Zane’s trembling lashes, a cold, toneless sentence erupted, as chilling as Nathan Moore’s handsome face at that moment.
"Titus Zane, tell me, last night, you went with me to the apartment, what was that all about? Give me an explanation!"
Taking a deep breath, Titus Zane looked up, her eyes meeting Nathan Moore’s reddened ones, her lips curving slightly as she spoke in a deliberately casual tone.
"Whether it was a night of indulgence or a hookup, whatever you think it was, it was that."
"Was this how you always were overseas?" Clenching his handsome brows tightly, Nathan Moore’s hands on both sides were balled into fists; if it were not her standing in front of him, he would have thrown punches to wake her up right then.