,
Titus Zane ate only half a bowl of rice before putting down his utensils.
He picked up a tissue and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, his gaze lowered.
"I'm done. You all take your time."
With that, he stood up and walked toward the stairs.
"Nathan, did you notice something strange about Titus today?" Olivia Zane frowned as she turned to watch Titus's retreating figure.
"Mm," came a nasal hum. It was just a single syllable, but his indifference was unmistakable.
Olivia turned back to look at Nathan Moore, who was leisurely eating his dinner, his handsome face devoid of any particular expression.
...
Standing by the large bed, Titus Zane looked at the sheets, soaked completely with cold water, his face as composed and aloof as ever.
During his shower, he had racked his brain but couldn't figure out what he had done to provoke Nathan Moore once again—what could have triggered this extreme method of being woken up.
