Nathan Moore steadily approached, undeterred by Titus Zane's tension.
With a "snap," the paintbrush in Titus Zane's hand trembled and fell to the floor, a manifestation of her fear.
The red wine she held in her left hand also shook violently, spilling over from the wine glass.
"Nathan, I'm not in the condition to confront you, you can't…"
After nearly a year together, Titus Zane knew this man too well.
Usually, he wouldn't spare her a second glance, but whenever she defied him or caused her sister Olivia Zane distress, he would not let it go and would always claim retribution with interest!
Yet even as Titus Zane's brain raced, she couldn't figure out how she had defied him this time.
In the panic-stricken gaze of Titus Zane, Nathan Moore slowly stepped up to her, hiked up his trouser leg slightly and squatted down, his well-defined fingers gripping Titus Zane's chin, forcing her to look up and meet his eyes.
