Chapter 463: 459, don’t touch me!
Before Titus Zane could speak, Nathan Moore took the initiative.
"I’m busy." After saying that, he strode into the bathroom.
Seemingly not expecting Nathan Moore to refuse so bluntly, Olivia Zane forced a smile, "Sis, Nathan he..."
"Hurry and eat breakfast, it’ll get cold soon." Olivia managed a strained smile and, after saying that, turned and left with her bag slung over her shoulder.
Watching Titus Zane’s obviously hurried departure, Olivia Zane’s lips slowly curled into a smile.
It seems like they are having a spat? Heh, the more strained it gets, the better.
Originally, Titus Zane planned to see her mother, Ariana Evans, again, but at this moment, her chest felt like it was clogged with cotton, making it hard even to breathe.
She quickly walked to the elevator area where during breakfast time, both the up and down elevators were crowded with patients’ families and medical staff.
Exhaling, Titus Zane turned and headed toward the fire escape nearby, descending the stairs alone, perhaps wishing to escape as soon as possible from this suffocating space. She made it down the five floors of the inpatient department in just a few minutes and briskly made her way through the crowd toward the hospital’s exit.
Just as she stepped out of the hospital’s entrance, her wrist was suddenly gripped tightly. Before she could react to what happened, Titus Zane was dragged to the parking space nearby.
Opening the door, pushing her forcefully into the car, and then squeezing in himself, the handsome-faced man did it all in seconds.
"Nathan Moore, what the hell are you doing?"
Seeing the man who sat in the backseat with her, even the most good-tempered person would lose their cool.
Just now in the ward, he treated her like air, and now he’s forcefully stuffed her into a car; what does he think she is!
With a "bang," the handsome-faced man closed the car door and turned to lean over her, seizing Titus Zane’s lips with his thin ones, showing none of the tenderness as they clashed and turned.
"Mmm... Nathan Moore... let go... don’t touch me..." Titus Zane struggled with all her might, feeling incredibly wronged at the moment.
Just yesterday morning he was sending her to work with deep affection, but in a blink of an eye, his mood shifted.
She didn’t want to touch this fickle man, couldn’t enjoy the roller coaster of emotions he brought forth.
"I will touch you!" With these three words, filled with a child-like petulance, and taking advantage of his tall and strong physique, Nathan Moore wrapped one arm around Titus Zane’s lower back and pressed her down onto the backseat.
The kiss continued, domineering and wild, like a prelude to a storm, as his other hand pinned Titus Zane’s hands above her head; his warm lips landed heavily on her, biting and nipping relentlessly before finally letting go.
This woman, coming back to T City without notifying him in advance was one thing but then giving him the cold shoulder? He’d show her how he’d deal with it!
"Nathan Moore, get off of me, are you sick..."
Trapped on the backseat, unable to move, Titus Zane could only keep shaking her head, but the man seemed unsatisfied with just kissing her lips.
The sultry lips and tongue had already begun unbuttoning her floral shirt, teasing relentlessly on her skin, every heavy stroke sending shivers down her spine.
Beneath her was the cold leather seating, on her chest was the fiery heat stirred up by Nathan Moore; opening her eyes, she glanced once outside the car window, and the bustling figures outside came into view.
"Nathan Moore, get away..." The humiliation of being watched, along with his disregard for her feelings, made Titus Zane close her eyes in despair, as tears slid down the corners of her eyes.
"They can’t see from outside." As if seeing through Titus Zane’s thoughts, that emotionless yet slightly rushed voice rose at her chest, then those lips moved downwards, tracing circles on her abdomen.
It was unclear whether it was Nathan Moore’s words or her sensitive nerves, but suddenly Titus Zane’s body tensed, her legs dangling off the seat clamped tightly. A warning escaped her lips, but it came out weak like a soft moan.
"Nathan Moore..."