Perhaps sensing the gentle touch, Titus Zane, who was in deep sleep, actually uttered a murmur.
"Hmm…"
The sound was so faint that it was almost inaudible unless the room was quiet enough.
His forehead rubbed against that warm spot, like a cat seeking comfort.
Almost simultaneously, Nathan Moore's hand that was on Titus Zane's forehead stiffened as if electrocuted, and his eyes darkened unclearly. However, his handsome face quickly returned to being icy cold.
Because the warmth was no longer there, Titus Zane frowned in his sleep and anxiously called out, "Logan…"
Nathan Moore's handsome face, colder than ever, was as icy as the cold of December, capable of freezing the surroundings.
The black eyes flashed sharply, an expression of his anger.
Such a malicious woman, not only harming her own younger sister but also treating him as someone else's substitute.
