"I wasn't crying." Hissing her lips, Titus Zane said arrogantly.
A smile started to form in his eyes; Nathan Moore's dark eyes gradually curved up, his handsome face leaning forward, forehead resting against hers, watching her in the most intimate pose. At this moment, Titus Zane saw her own reflection in Nathan Moore's eyes.
"Silly woman, when you're not happy, you should show it in front of your man. A fragile woman is more endearing."
Titus Zane...
Was momentarily stunned by Nathan Moore's inexplicable words, and a few seconds later, scoffed and said, "But Jon likes independent and confident women!"
It seemed like a casual remark, but Nathan Moore knew it was a reminder that Jon was her man, not himself.
Punishingly, he bit down hard on Titus Zane's lips, his teeth clenched as he warned, "Stay away from that foreigner, and don't have any more dealings with him!"
Just as Titus Zane was about to retort, the ringtone of the cell phone placed on Nathan Moore's desk rang.
