Chapter 112, as your older sister, I must, of course, share more than 2100 for you.

Chapter 112: 112, as your older sister, I must, of course, share more than 2100 for you., After the kiss, Titus Zane let go of Nathan Moore, standing opposite him with a still cold expression.

"Can you tell me now?"

Nathan Moore glanced down at the bulge in his trousers, "What do you think?"

Following Nathan Moore’s gaze, Titus Zane was so angry he wanted to swear.

The jerk, just a kiss and he’s aroused. Does he get impulsive so easily? It’s no wonder Olivia Zane has such a frail body after being with him.

Seeing no response from Titus Zane, Nathan Moore didn’t insist, fiddled with his properly tied tie and said carelessly, "If you don’t want to know, let’s forget it," and turned to leave, only to have his arm grabbed by Titus Zane.

Giving up halfway, wasn’t the effort before all for nothing?

Nathan Moore turned his handsome face, only to see Titus Zane looking at him with a cold gaze, asking, "How can we get it out for you?"

"Here," Nathan Moore’s finger absent-mindedly slid across Titus Zane’s lower abdomen.

Titus Zane...

Stared blankly at Nathan Moore, she had thought he would suggest some perverted method.

"What? You don’t want to?" Seeing Titus Zane blankly staring without response, Nathan Moore’s eyes teased lightly.

"I want to, I’m willing!"

Worried Nathan Moore would go back on his word, Titus Zane hurriedly nodded.

Not willing but still getting pressed by him, it would be better to exchange some conditions now.

"Then let’s get started." Nathan Moore said indifferently.

"Ah?" Caught off guard, Titus Zane didn’t react.

"Need me to teach you?" Nathan Moore’s smile bordered on sarcasm.

Titus Zane...

"No need, no need, I can do it." While speaking, she rushed to undo Nathan Moore’s belt and due to her haste, fumbled with the clasp repeatedly without success.

"Have you never unbuckled Logan Ray’s belt before?"

Nathan Moore’s voice floated leisurely over her head, and Titus Zane was already sweating, with droplets glistening on her forehead.

Meeting Nathan Moore’s obsidian eyes, she shook her head subconsciously, "No."

They were both men of propriety; such acts were not part of their daily meals, only possibly at night, in bed.

For some reason, hearing Titus Zane had never unbuckled Logan Ray’s belt made Nathan Moore feel strangely relieved. He lifted his left hand, with distinct knuckles, his fingers touched the hidden clasp of the belt, lightly tapped, and with a snap, the belt sprang open.

Titus Zane pulled in a rush...

Too vigorously, Nathan Moore’s custom-made belt... was torn by Titus Zane.

"So hasty..."

A low laugh from Nathan Moore came from above, accompanied by a slight tremor in his lower abdomen.

Titus Zane’s face read a large "embarrassment"; never in her life had she been so embarrassed.

And it was in front of her brother-in-law.

Just as she didn’t know what to do, she heard Nathan Moore say, "Okay, I’ll help you,"

With those five words tinged with resignation, Nathan Moore’s well-defined fingers landed on his waistband again, unfastening the button and zipper of his trousers... and then those trousers naturally slid down his legs, revealing what was underneath...

Although there had been countless times, they were always in bed, with him pressing her underneath, so... in the truest sense, Titus Zane was seeing little Nathan Moore for the first time.

She bit her lip slightly, her face feeling a bit hot.

People all have one common problem, the less they want to see something, the harder it is to look away.

Titus Zane was the same at the moment, her cold eyes staring intently at a certain spot, not blinking at all.

"Stop looking, you can’t stare it out," Nathan Moore’s voice echoed again, with a hint of mockery.

Titus Zane raised her head, looking up at Nathan Moore, "Can we... go to bed... please?"

Standing in front of a full-length mirror, she really didn’t know how to proceed.

Nathan Moore’s lips curled slightly, the thin lips carrying a slight curve, "Don’t like standing?"

"Ah?" Titus Zane was puzzled again, and upon realizing, she looked down, her pale cheeks slightly red, "I can’t."

Those two words were very soft.

Nathan Moore...

Unable to decide whether to laugh or cry, she frowned at the awkwardness of Titus Zane, suddenly finding him somewhat adorable.

"Is it okay?"

Seeing that Nathan Moore did not respond, Titus Zane had to look up again and ask.

Nathan Moore slightly raised his handsome eyebrows and pouted as he set a condition, "You’re on top."

Titus Zane...

After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded, "Okay."

It was the first time Titus Zane took the initiative, stripping Nathan Moore’s clothes off one by one, just as Logan Ray had stripped hers, then she steeled herself, sat on top, and with closed eyes and bitten lips, she began to move.

Although Nathan Moore allowed it on top, by the end, he still took the dominant role.

A joke, he’s a big man, how could he be willing to be beneath a woman all the time, so he pressed behind Titus Zane...

Forty minutes later, a drained Titus Zane lay on the bed without any energy to move, while Nathan Moore grabbed his shirt and got out of bed, patting Titus Zane’s cheek, "Don’t worry about Sophie; even if the sky falls down, big brother will hold it up for her."

Having said that, he walked towards the bathroom.

Lying on the bed, watching Nathan Moore’s retreating figure, his naked, broad shoulders and narrow waist were very pleasing to the eye, especially his firm and perky butt. Remembering the scene from before, Titus Zane regretted it; she wondered if she had made a loss, trading an hour for a single sentence.

When Nathan Moore went downstairs, Olivia Zane was instructing the maid about her chores and showed a slight surprise on her pale, doll-like face upon seeing Nathan Moore coming down.

"Nathan, why haven’t you gone to work yet?"

"Hmm,"

Having been invigorated, Nathan Moore’s handsome facial lines appeared softer.

Olivia Zane...

"Did you sleep in again?"

"I suppose so," he answered without thinking much.

Having been in bed the whole time, it counted, after all.

Watching Nathan Moore put on his leather shoes and take his briefcase to leave the house, Olivia Zane was still puzzled.

Suddenly, she remembered something. After Nathan Moore went upstairs to change, Titus Zane followed right behind him.

"Take me to the second floor!" Olivia Zane ordered the maid sternly.

"But madam, the flowers..."

"We’ll do that later!"

"Yes, madam." The maid put down the lilies and pushed Olivia Zane towards the elevator.

In Nathan Moore’s room, Titus Zane got dressed and off the bed.

The dark blue bedsheet was already a wrinkled mess, and bending over to smooth it, a large, damp stain caught her eye—it was hers and Nathan Moore’s.

Biting her lip, Titus Zane pulled off the bedsheet, intending to change it for a new one.

Just as she opened the door, she was confronted by the maid pushing Olivia Zane who was standing at the doorway.

The two sisters were startled to see each other.

Olivia Zane recovered first, her pretty lips curving in an undisguised sarcastic sneer.

"Titus Zane, you’re really cheap, running to your sister’s husband’s room first thing in the morning to seduce him!"

Titus Zane...

She indeed came to find Nathan Moore, but she didn’t seduce him.

Before she could speak up, Olivia Zane continued with her scornful taunts.

"What? Is it thrilling to be beneath your brother-in-law? Or are you simply unable to endure loneliness, unable to sleep without a man?"

Olivia Zane’s remarks were sharp, showing no regard for sisterly affection.

Titus Zane felt guilty at first, but upon hearing Olivia Zane’s words, the rebellious streak in her blood instantly erupted.

Lifting her gaze, she looked at Olivia Zane with a haughty stance and her pretty lips curved into a pleasing arc.

"Little sister, you’re unwell and can’t satisfy Nathan. As your elder sister, of course, I should take on some of the burden for you, right? The water from one’s own pond does not flow to outsiders’ fields."

Titus Zane’s words were frivolous, calling Nathan Moore "Nathan" affectionately, and the sentence that followed sounded all the more provocative. Watching Olivia Zane shaking with anger, the arc of Titus Zane’s lips deepened, but then

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of that tall, straight figure standing at the top of the stairs, and Titus Zane’s smile instantly froze on her lips.