"Really?" Titus Zane paused her movements, her seductive eyes looking towards Nathan Moore, a slight smile playing at the corners of her lips.
"Hmm, soon," Nathan Moore said with his eyes closed, not noticing the meaningful look in Titus Zane's eyes. Following that, he let out a startled "Ah..." as he realized Titus Zane's hand, which had been resting on that spot, had suddenly gripped tightly.
The bad man, he actually lied to her, how could it still be hard if it was broken.
Standing up, she patted the nonexistent dust off her hands, Titus Zane looked half-smilingly at the certain man lying on the floor with a look of wretchedness.
"Where is the laundry room?"
Nathan Moore was in no mood to feel prideful, his hands covering that spot, he said unhappily, "It's still the same one as before."
Titus Zane thought for a moment and then turned to leave the room.
In the grand hall on the first floor, Titus Zane deliberately lightened her footsteps as she approached the stairs.
