Titus Zane lay in bed, hands cushioning his face, struggling to find sleep for a long time, with the sobs and accusations of his sister Olivia Zane ringing in his ears, and the image of her ceaselessly pounding her thighs right before his eyes...
It's like rewinding a tape; the scene kept playing over and over in his mind, impossible to dispel.
The accusations from his sister lashed at Titus Zane's heart like a whip, constantly reminding him that all of it was his own doing.
Footsteps could be heard coming from the corridor outside the bedroom, the sound of leather shoes clacking against the Marble floor.
Instinctively, Titus Zane suddenly looked up in the direction of the door, his nerves on edge.
With a loud bang, the bedroom door was forcefully pushed open from the outside, trembling as it hit the wall and was about to rebound when it was held in place by a long arm.
