"Stop overthinking, go to sleep."
Without the excitement or thrill one might imagine, Nathan Moore spoke calmly, then gently patted Olivia Zane's hand resting on his chest, and closed his eyes.
In the darkness, Olivia Zane bit her lower lip. She knew that men had desires; otherwise, he wouldn't frequently visit Titus Zane's room, sometimes every night.
Although she was unclear about the specific situation there, she could imagine it.
Despite being two floors away, she could hear Titus Zane's cursing, and intermittently, faintly, sounds that made her blush, her heart race, mixed with jealousy and hatred, yet a feeling of powerlessness as well.
"But I want..." Olivia Zane persisted bravely, meanwhile, the hand resting on Nathan's chest slowly moved downwards, attempting to explore that forbidden area.
She knew that once some things started, they were hard to stop, just like the first time Nathan Moore stepped into her sister's room...
