Nathan Moore simply ignored Titus Zane's reaction, pressed down his thin lips against Titus's delicate ones, with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"What's the matter? Afraid that I'd discover it? You despise and hate me on one hand, yet you respond to me on the other?"
If it were between lovers, Nathan Moore's behavior might be considered flirting, but they were not; they weren't lovers, they were sworn enemies with deep-seated hatred for each other.
Therefore, Nathan Moore's actions were clearly meant to humiliate.
Titus Zane's eyes reddened, his chest heaving dramatically under the pressure of Nathan Moore.
"Nathan Moore! You bastard!"
Poor Titus Zane, a woman who had received a higher education from a young age, could only utter this sentence even in the height of her rage.
