Chapter 142. Not familiar, but he pressed her under him every night (2000+)

Chapter 142: 142. Not familiar, but he pressed her under him every night (2000+)Nathan Moore’s mind was racing rapidly, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, and a name slipped out of his mouth.

"Titus Zane?"

Xiaoman was startled, then hurriedly nodded once she realized, "Yes yes, it’s Titus Zane."

It seems that ’Carry’ might be the English name for Titus Zane.

Besides, who cares if it isn’t, getting acquainted with this incredibly attractive man comes first.

"Sir, could you give me a lift?" Xiaoman asked with a smile under Nathan’s inquisitive gaze.

"Where to?" Nathan raised his handsome brows, concealing his emotions very well.

Xiaoman’s heart leaped with joy. There was a chance!

"To the Hyde Park Hotel!" Worried that Nathan might say it’s out of his way, Xiaoman quickly added.

"I’m staying there with Titus Zane."

"Alright, get in." With a calm tone and indifferent expression, Nathan’s handsome face showed no change at the mention of "Titus Zane" from Xiaoman.

"Thank you, sir." As Xiaoman grasped the car handle to squeeze in, Nathan stopped her.

"Sit in the front."

"What?"

Xiaoman was startled, usually, if a man doesn’t reject, doesn’t that mean... he finds the woman... attractive?

But...

In her puzzled gaze, Nathan had already turned his head to look forward, his perfect face showing no emotion.

After hesitating a bit, Xiaoman hung her head and walked over to the passenger side, reluctantly opening the door and getting in.

"Sir, where shall we head first?" As soon as she closed the car door, the driver in front started to inquire.

"Back to the hotel."

The brief three words lacked any emotion.

"Yes," the phone nodded, released the handbrake, and the black luxury car slowly pulled away.

Hands gripping the seat back, Xiaoman turned around in surprise, "You’re also staying at Hyde Park?"

"Yes." A monosyllabic sound came through his nose, Nathan seemed reluctant to say even an extra word to Xiaoman.

However, this didn’t seem to affect Xiaoman’s mood.

Hands still gripping the seat back, she half-turned to start a conversation with Nathan.

"Mr., may I ask your last name?"

Nathan turned his eyes towards her, his emotionless face could almost be described as poker-faced.

Wow, he’s so handsome!

Xiaoman secretly swooned, her little heart thumping nonstop.

Men with a reserved disposition, women can’t resist them.

Nathan’s gaze shifted back to the front, clearly not wanting to answer Xiaoman.

Still, Xiaoman didn’t give up.

Perhaps, men were like women in that they don’t want to disclose sensitive personal details such as age or other private matters.

So, Xiaoman shifted her tactic, steering the conversation towards Titus Zane.

"Mr., are you very close to Carry?"

Staring at the neon-lit street ahead, Nathan seemed a bit distracted.

Close with Titus Zane?

Before they got married, they had only met twice and barely interacted.

Afterward...

They weren’t exactly close, but she would end up under him every night...

"Sir?" Seeing Nathan Moore unresponsive, Xiao Man called out to him.

Nathan Moore came back to his senses, and his thin lips lightly uttered two words.

"Not bad."

"What does ’not bad’ mean?" Before joining the army, Xiao Man had always been a wanderer without much experience, so she asked directly whatever questions she had in mind.

Seeing the evident displeasure on Nathan Moore’s face, she hurriedly laughed and said, "What I heard from Carry wasn’t like this."

Intuitively, Xiao Man felt that the relationship between this exceptionally high-quality man and Carry was unusual.

Because this man let her get in the car only after she mentioned Carry, and now, he seemed reluctant to mention it again, which was rather intriguing.

"What did she say?"

Nathan Moore’s dark eyes glanced over faintly. In the dimly lit car, those eyes were deep like pools, seemingly possessing a magic that could irresistibly draw one in and make it impossible to extricate oneself.

Suppressing the frantic pounding in her heart under the gaze of Nathan Moore’s deep eyes, Xiao Man licked her lips and smiled.

"Carry once mentioned inadvertently that she has a deep connection with you."

Having been in the army for so long, Xiao Man had also learned how to speak flawlessly.

"Is that so?" Again, the faint two words from Nathan Moore, as he diverted his gaze back to the front.

His look was absent-minded, with a touch of faint sadness, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

Xiao Man cupped her cheeks.

What to do, she suddenly really wanted to rush up and comfort this man.

"Sir, we’ve arrived." The black luxury car stopped in front of the Hyde Park Hotel.

Nathan Moore came back to his senses, stepped out of the car, as if Xiao Man in front of him did not exist.

"Sir, which floor are you staying on?" Jumping out of the car, Xiao Man hurried followed him, her petite frame looking delicate beside Nathan Moore.

With a fleeting glance at her, Nathan Moore rarely spoke.

"Penthouse."

The penthouse of Hyde Park Hotel, the VIP floor, which means...

Seeing Xiao Man’s eyes full of excitement, Nathan Moore asked indifferently.

"What, miss, do you also stay in the penthouse?" It wasn’t that he was being superficial, but Xiao Man’s attire was too ordinary.

Although it was a trendy style, not a single item was branded, at least Nathan Moore didn’t notice any.

Although he had only seen Titus Zane once, that night her bodycon short dress was a limited edition from Savannah.

At this moment, he even wondered how Titus Zane could be friends with such a woman.

Xiao Man sheepishly smiled and scratched her loosely tied brown wavy hair, embarrassedly saying.

"I, a poor person, cannot afford the VIP."

At this moment, Xiao Man was careful not to tell Nathan Moore that Titus Zane also stayed on the VIP floor.

"Is that so."

The indifferent two words, sounding more like a brush-off, Nathan Moore lifted his long legs and strode into the hotel lobby.

Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, watching the tall and straight figure of the man walking directly to the VIP exclusive elevator, Xiao Man silently resolved that one day, she too would wear designer clothes, stay in a presidential suite, and have subordinates like her to shuttle her around.

Leaning on the lounge chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the lights of the night outside dimly lit, she finished the last bit of red wine, lowered her eyes, and looked at her right hand holding the empty wine glass, now uncontrollably trembling slightly.

Titus Zane slightly tugged the corner of his lips, put down the empty wine glass, and got up to head to the bathroom to shower and rest.

His profession, while lucrative, was also dangerous.

With each assignment, he had to adopt a new identity.

He couldn’t wander freely like ordinary people because it was always possible that he could encounter a "client." If caught, even his boss might not be able to reach him.

Despite knowing the dangers, he had no other choice because apart from this profession, he did not know what else he could do.

Danger always corresponds to profit, something his boss often said.

Moreover, he planned to earn enough money for retirement, then disappear, find a comfortable place, and live out the rest of his life.

While heading towards the bathroom, Titus Zane began undoing the belt of his silk robe. By the time he reached the bathroom door, the silk robe had already slipped from his shoulders to the floor.