Chapter 320: 316, sister, here’s a toast to you from your brother-in-law.
Wesley Foley is also a cunning man, noticing the complex relationship between Titus Zane and the two men opposite, so he pushed her to the forefront.
Since he is the brother-in-law, regardless of what that man harbors for his elder aunt, he would presumably not make things difficult.
However, the facts proved that Wesley Foley was wrong.
He is cunning, but Nathan Moore is more than a match for him—more than double!
Nathan reached out to take the wine bottle from Felix Shaw’s hand, and pour himself a glass. His gaze fell on the slowly flowing liquid, under the soft light of the crystal chandelier above, the contours of his handsome face became even deeper.
Those thick eyelashes were like tiny brushes, casting neat shadows under his eyes.
’As if from a painting’ seems to describe this scene perfectly.
After filling his glass, Nathan Moore lifted his hand to adjust his loose tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a small portion of his fair chest, appearing somewhat languid and even more enchanting.
Nathan Moore’s fairness differed from Wesley Foley’s.
Wesley Foley, looking like a refined scholar, spent most of his time in the research lab, seldom bathed in sunlight, hence his fair skin.
Whereas Nathan Moore’s fairness emanated from deep within, radiating a translucent glow.
If it wasn’t for his robust and tall stature, calling his fine face and fair skin "pretty boy" wouldn’t be too much at all.
Especially when he hypocritically retracts his own sharpness, presenting himself as gentle and amiable.
His well-defined fingers rested on the stem of the glass as Nathan Moore raised his gaze, his obsidian eyes hiding an indistinct smile.
Under the table, his legs let go of Titus Zane’s, yet his feet stuck closer, gently rubbing against her calves.
"Should I call you ’sister’ or ’Assistant Zane’?"
Titus Zane...
She just withdrew her legs, dodging his harassment, still not recovered from her panic when the man opposite started his move.
Before she could respond, Felix spoke up first.
The corners of his mouth held a clear mischief, and his peach-blossom eyes appeared gleeful.
"Call her sister, since as a brother-in-law, you should naturally call her that!"
The thought alone was thrilling, the idea of doing something while calling out to his elder sister-in-law... Ah, truly!
Too bad he’s already with Mia Foster; otherwise, he might try this taboo romance full of fighting spirit and surging passion!
Oh! Such a pity!
Glancing at the man across with a smile yet pressing step by step, then shifting his eyes to Titus Zane, Wesley Foley became even more convinced of his idea—that "brother-in-law" had designs on the woman he was infatuated with!
Without a hurried reaction, Nathan Moore had already begun addressing her, his thin lips slightly upturned, his dark eyes closely fixated on Titus Zane, "Sister, come, let your brother-in-law toast to you."
With a bang, Titus Zane felt her brain short-circuit. How else could she explain the blankness, the utter absence of thoughts?
Wesley Foley’s fingers tightened around the stem of his glass, his phoenix eyes narrowing slightly, watching the man opposite. While his feelings were tumultuous, it was hard to intervene.
After all, his relationship with Titus Zane had not yet advanced further, and besides, he couldn’t find any fault in the other man’s words.
The term "brother-in-law" and "sister-in-law" implied family, and he, an outsider, by what reasoning could he interfere?
Seeing Titus Zane’s stunned silence, Felix chimed in from the side.
"Big bro, it’s not sincere of you; since she is a sister, a senior, how can you toast while sitting!"
"Oh, it was my oversight," Nathan Moore said, rarely in good temper, standing up while holding the glass with both hands, showing utmost respect, "Sister, Nathan toasts to you, I hope you’ll grant me this honor."