The weekend came around once more.
Olivia Zane did not ask to visit her parents' home, and Titus Zane was also under a ban.
Every time Nathan Moore was resting at home, it was the greatest torment for Titus Zane.
Not for any other reason, but simply not wanting to face him.
Still weak, and with the wind howling outside, Titus Zane locked himself in his room, sketching on the canvas.
Back when he lived abroad, his everyday job was to keep on painting, so sketching on his canvas all morning did not bore him.
After lunch, he returned to his room to continue painting. When inspiration struck, Titus Zane could even spend days and nights in the studio, sometimes, Logan Ray would feed him his meals one bite at a time.
Now, it wasn't inspiration, but some matters stemmed from the heart that led him to sit in front of the canvas and vent his mood through his brush.
Before he knew it, dusk had set in, but Titus Zane was still sitting in front of the canvas, drawing.
