"Say it one more time!" Five dangerous words, accompanied by the sound of shattering glass.
When Titus Zane turned his gaze, he was startled.
The clearly jointed fingers of Nathan Moore were already stained red with fresh blood, and at this moment, droplets were falling like beads of snow.
And the previously intact wine glass was now just a few shards held in his hand.
The surprise was but a fleeting moment, as Titus Zane turned his gaze back, took the last bit of smoke in, exhaled leisurely, and said, "If you're disgusted by the blood, go donate at a blood bank instead of spilling it here, wasting it and polluting the environment."
"Titus Zane!" Two words, steeped in danger.
"Hmm? I'm here." Titus Zane turned his gaze once again, casually extinguished the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, propped his forehead with one hand and slightly tilted his head, his drunken and hazy gaze meeting Nathan Moore's black eyes, carefree and fearless.
"Heartless woman!"
