Chapter 143. Reduced to being a mistress to support herself

Chapter 143: 143. Reduced to being a mistress to support herselfShe walked into the bathroom wearing only a pair of black panties, her silhouette from behind beautiful in its curves, which the floor lights—dim and diffuse—made look even more lifted and her waist even slimmer.

Her two straight, long legs were as smooth and fair as cream.

One minute later...

Titus Zane walked out again, as bare as a newborn baby.

Passing by the silk bathrobe on the floor, she bent down, picked it up casually, and put it on, then headed for the phone and pressed the internal line.

Pressing it several times, it was busy every time.

Deciding to give up on the phone, Titus Zane got up and walked out of the suite.

The elevator stopped at the VIP floor, the doors opened, and Nathan Moore strode out with long steps.

His hands casually tucked in his trouser pockets, his laidback demeanor exuded captivating charm.

Passing by each guestroom, he headed towards his own room.

As the door opened, Titus Zane, wearing a silk bathrobe, headed straight toward the elevator area.

At that moment, the guest in the room next door to hers had just gone in with a bang of the door closing.

Determined to complain at the front desk, Titus Zane had no mind for anything else—how could such a high-end hotel, and such an expensive presidential suite, have a water heater that didn’t work?

Back in his room, Nathan Moore was unbuttoning his shirt as he walked to the bathroom.

Just now, downstairs in the hotel, that strange girl had grabbed his elbow.

He had a serious obsession with cleanliness; all these years, apart from Olivia Zane, he’d almost never been in contact with other women.

Oh, that’s wrong, there was also Titus Zane...

Thinking of Titus Zane, Nathan’s handsome brows involuntarily knitted together.

Thinking of her relationship with Colt Thornton, he couldn’t help but wonder in his heart—had she... fallen to the point of becoming a mistress to support herself?

Suppressing the irritation in his heart, Nathan Moore turned on the water for his bath and lay straight in the bathtub.

The warm water eased his body but could not alleviate the oppression in his heart.

Half an hour later, Nathan Moore poured himself a glass of red wine, wrapped in a bathrobe and went out to the terrace of the room, leaning on the railing while admiring the autumn night view and sipping wine.

Unconsciously, he glanced at the terrace of the room next door; the room lights were dim but no one was to be seen.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling glass window, there was a lounge chair and a small round table with an empty wine glass resting quietly on the table.

His expression was somewhat distant; the room on the fourth floor at home also had a lounge chair and a small round table by the glass window.

When he came home from work, he could see from afar that figure sprawled out on the lounge chair, casually holding a wine glass...

Once, he knew how much he detested that scene.

But now, thinking about it, that picture was actually quite beautiful.

The sunset, the afterglow, and the silhouette under the misty evening sky.

Feeling a tightness in his chest, Nathan Moore exhaled and withdrew his gaze, turning back inside to his suite.

It was the first time since the hotel’s opening that the presidential suite had no hot water.

The manager offered to help her change rooms, but she refused.

Having drifted outside for years, she didn’t want to live in a hotel where she was constantly changing rooms.

In the end, the manager promised that the hotel workers would diagnose the fault within an hour and repair it.

Once again at the lounge chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, Titus Zane put the bottle of red wine and the wine glass on the small round table and poured herself a drink. Lying on the chair, she gently swayed while sipping the wine and admiring the night view outside.

After all, even after bathing, it would take a long time to fall asleep anyway—so why not lie here, admire the night scenery while tasting the wine, and maybe... have a beautiful dream.

Titus Zane didn’t know if he could be considered as someone who can hold his liquor exceptionally well—after drinking an entire bottle of red wine in one night, he didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy.

In the bathroom, the workers had already fixed the hot water pipe. Titus Zane got up, sighed at the empty wine bottle, and it seemed that he would need some special method to fall asleep tonight again.

At the hotel’s first-floor dining room, while stuffing her mouth with delicious food, Xiaoman asked with concern.

"Nathan, did you sleep well last night?"

"Not bad," Titus Zane replied with a slight curve of his lips, "thanks to the medicine you prepared for me. Thank you."

"Why be polite? It’s only right. After all, you are my superior." Xiaoman shoved the last piece of dessert into her mouth and glanced at the untouched food in front of Titus Zane, "Nathan, have some food, don’t just drink coffee, it’s not good for your health."

"I’m not hungry,"

Titus Zane took a sip of coffee and pushed the pastries in front of him towards Xiaoman.

"Eat some more, otherwise, it’s a waste."

"Are you really not going to eat?" Eyeing the plate of pastries, Xiaoman swallowed her saliva; the food in the domestic market was so delicious, even the pastries were better than those she had eaten abroad.

"Yeah, you eat it," Titus Zane replied faintly, then turned his gaze to the side, looking through the glass window at the scenery outside.

F City isn’t the most developed, but it’s not backward either, a second-tier city. However, this place is a sacred land of the entertainment industry.

It is said that there are countless emerging entertainment companies here, and walking on the streets or at the airport, one could encounter celebrities.

Through the glass window, a tall and straight figure entered the field of vision, not imposing, yet somewhat familiar.

The hotel service placed a suitcase in the trunk, and that figure also got into the car.

The black luxury car slowly started and headed towards the airport.

Turning his face back, the slight upward curve of Titus Zane’s lips gave no hint as to his emotions.

It’s commonly said that the world is vast, but Titus Zane felt that the world was actually too small—so small that upon his return to the country, he encountered that man, and furthermore, they were staying in the same hotel.

"Nathan, how about we go have fun in Capital City?" Xiaoman had already demolished most of the plate of pastries and continued to enjoy her food while seeking Titus Zane’s opinion.

"You can go by yourself, we’ll keep in touch by phone if there’s any assignment."

"Really!" Like receiving a pardon, Xiaoman’s eyes widened with surprise, and her mouth opened wide, the pasty and powdery remains of the dessert spraying out a bit with her astonishment.

Putting down his coffee cup, Titus Zane grabbed a napkin and gently wiped his cheek, not showing any displeasure at Xiaoman’s unseemly behavior.

"Yeah, you’re not me, free to enter and exit any location."

Placing the napkin on the edge of the table, Titus Zane continued.

"Just keep your phone available, so I can reach you immediately when needed."

"Is this Olivia’s idea?" In her excitement, Xiaoman actually forgot to apologize for her earlier unseemly behavior.

"I applied for it with her."

Xiaoman...

Besides being surprised, she was still surprised, and after reacting to it, she suddenly shouted out loud, "Nathan, you’re really my benefactor!"

"Lower your voice; everyone’s looking at you."

Titus Zane didn’t turn around but knew that most people in the restaurant were looking at Xiaoman, so he grabbed the sunglasses on the table and put them on, covering most of his face, leaving only his rosy lips and delicate jaw exposed.

Xiaoman stuck out her tongue, "Sorry, I get carried away when I’m happy."

"Be mindful next time. In our line of work, it’s better not to draw too much attention."

"Oh," Xiaoman stuck her tongue out again, yet thought to herself that it was Titus Zane who didn’t dare to draw attention—not her—so he shouldn’t impose that on her.