Chapter 434: 430, when I close my eyes, all that appears in my mind is the shadow of Titus Zane (modified)
Wesley Foley took a deep sigh before speaking.
"Go back to work, and never casually hand me over to someone else again."
Titus Zane...
Looked at Wesley Foley in astonishment, was it really over just like that?
She thought in his rage he would fire her, which would save her a lot of trouble.
"What? Want to stay in the office and keep me company?"
Wesley Foley’s handsome face remained gloomy, but his words did not match his stern expression. Titus Zane lowered her head slightly, "Director Foley, I will, go out now."
Watching the office door close, Wesley Foley’s phoenix-like eyes slowly narrowed.
Having been too drunk last night, he had no recollection of what happened after, but he was aware of the sensations in his own body...
Stepping out of the office, Linda was already waiting at the secretary’s desk with her arms crossed, her figure not as tall as Titus Zane’s, yet her gaze always seemed condescending.
"Heard from Beatrice Hargrave that you want to quit?"
"Yes."
"When are you leaving?"
"By the end of the week at the latest."
"Better be." Dropping that remark, Linda returned to the secretary’s desk to ’diligently’ work.
Titus Zane had made up her mind, planning to leave after Beatrice Hargrave’s solo concert. By then, regardless of Wesley Foley’s approval, she would depart.
Only...
It seemed like Jon hadn’t called her for quite some time now; she had no idea how the investigation was going.
Back in the office, she called Jon, but his phone was turned off.
For Jon, Titus Zane felt that there were four words that most appropriately described him ー appearing and disappearing unpredictably.
Three years ago when she left T-city, she had not felt the slightest attachment, but now... out of nowhere, she had an alleged "mother," and that woman named Abigail Zimmerman said... her "mother" was killed by Ariana Evans,
Therefore, Titus Zane decided, she would fly back overseas only after uncovering the truth; otherwise, she would never live in peace.
...
The day after Titus Zane suggested they "never meet again," Nathan Moore flew back to T-city.
Such a dignified man had already done so much for her, if she was still unsatisfied, then she would have to fend for herself—he wouldn’t interfere anymore.
Only...
Why was it that every night when he closed his eyes, all he could see was her image, every frown and smile so vividly clear that each time he recalled her crying and begging for mercy, he would become aroused...
"She’s really a vexing seductress!" Nathan Moore cursed under his breath as he reached for a pack of cigarettes on the bedside drawer, pulling one out to put between his lips. Before he could light it with his lighter, the room door was gently tapped, and without waiting for his response, Olivia Zane entered on her own.
In her hand was a tray with a cup of milk. Though her walk was still "very slow," she no longer needed crutches.
"Nathan, drink some milk before you sleep; it’ll help you rest."
Olivia Zane was dressed in a light yellow, floral-print long dress and beige soft-soled sheepskin shoes, with a matching cardigan. Her long hair fell softly over her shoulders, a doll-like face without a touch of makeup, yet naturally rosy and cute.
Even her lips bore the same trait—no need for any gloss yet brightly colored.
Towards Nathan Moore, Olivia Zane was always patient and careful. Seeing him tiredly pinching the bridge of his nose at the breakfast table this morning, she knew he must have slept poorly, which is why she brought up the hot milk.
Setting down the cigarette that had been in his lips on the bedside drawer, Nathan Moore also propped himself up.
"Olivia, it’s inconvenient for you to walk, let the housekeeper take care of these chores."
"How could I!" Olivia Zane had already slowly made her way to the bed, putting the milk on the bedside drawer, then sitting on the edge of the bed, turning her head to look at Nathan Moore, still holding the metal tray in her hand.