Chapter 160 - 157, Nathan Moore looked at Titus Zane and said,
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Chapter 160: 157, Nathan Moore looked at Titus Zane and said, "Men all like voluptuous women (3000+)Titus Zane involuntarily clenched the hands by his sides, staring straight at Nathan Moore.
Nathan Mooreās single phrase "I know" seemed to subtly tell Olivia Zane that he was aware she had returned to T.
She had not mentioned meeting Nathan Moore to her mother and Olivia Zane, not wanting to cause any misunderstandings; Titus Zane gripped his fists tightly, worried about what Nathan Moore might say next, afraid it would push her into an irreversible predicament.
"I heard from the eldest brother the other day that he had met her back in China."
After guiding Olivia Zane to sit by the coffee table, Nathan Moore also settled down on a solo sofa, having ignored Titus Zane ever since he walked in.
Titus Zaneās curled hands gradually relaxed, and Olivia Zane also let out a silent sigh of relief. While pouring tea for Nathan Moore, she said with a smile, "When you mentioned that just now, I thought you two had met. If you had, I wouldnāt let you off easily. To think my sister came back without telling me, youāll see how Iāll deal with you!"
Nathan Moore didnāt say much, but his dark eyes stealthily glanced at Titus Zane.
Just when Titus Zane looked over, their eyes met, and Titus Zane swiftly shifted his gaze to one side. However, he did not see the transient smile tugging at Nathan Mooreās lips.
"Have some tea first, weāll start dinner soon."
Nathan Moore took the teacup, casually sweeping a glance over the entire living room, asking, "Where are Uncle and Auntie?"
"Momās in the kitchen cooking, Dadās resting upstairs."
Once more, Nathan Moore covertly glanced at Titus Zane, and without uttering a word, lifted the cup in his fingers to his lips and took a delicate sip.
Olivia Zane saw Nathan Mooreās subtle movement and surreptitiously glanced at Titus Zane, who was idly picking at the sofa with downcast eyes. Smiling, she turned to Nathan Moore and said.
"Take off your coat, Iāll hang it up for you."
"No need, youāre not well, I can do it myself." Nathan Moore set down his teacup, stood up, removed his coat, and went to the corner to hang it on the rack.
Obliviously tightening her grip on the wheelchair, Olivia Zaneās heart sank ā Nathan had just mentioned her... being impaired in movement.
So it was because he despised her disability that he had suggested she return to her parentsā house.
It seemed she needed to recover from her leg injury as soon as possible and stand up again, so she could stand by Nathanās side. That way, he would no longer despise her.
Olivia Zane secretly resolved to recover at the earliest.
Meanwhile, after hanging up his coat, Nathan Moore made his way back to the sofa. Just as he sat down, Olivia Zane looked up at him with determination and said.
"Nathan, starting from tomorrow, I want to hire a professional therapist to help with rehabilitation and strive to stand up again, to once again go to the movies with you, have meals, and date..."
Nathan Mooreās expression did not change at Olivia Zaneās resolution. He looked at her, his lips curving lightly as he said, "Donāt overexert yourself, youāre fine as you are."
"How can this be fine!" Olivia Zane grabbed Nathan Mooreās hand, whining, "I canāt go for walks with you, canāt watch movies with you anymore..."
"Silly girl, Iām getting older now, I donāt like watching movies." Olivia Zane was cut off by Nathan Moore, his tone still gentle, his demeanor still warm but seemingly lacking something.
Olivia Zane noticed that ever since Titus Zaneās suicide attempt, Nathan Moore had changed, becoming more silent and reticent. He was still nice to her, but it felt somewhat perfunctory.
Therefore, when Nathan Moore first flew overseas for work and suggested she stay at her parentsā to facilitate care from her family, she agreed, thinking that a brief separation would bring a surprise to their next reunion, but she was wrong.
It took Nathan Moore a long time before he called her upon his return, asking if she wanted to go back. Later, Nathanās frequent business trips and sending her to her parentsā house had become routine.
"You are not old at all," pulling back her thoughts, Olivia Zane complained with a wrinkled nose. Nathan used to love seeing her make this face, saying she was playful and cute, so now, Olivia Zane made the same expression again.
"They say a man is like a blooming flower at thirty; youāre at the most sought-after age. I need to keep a close watch on you, to prevent those other girls from wanting to flirt with you."
"What nonsensical thoughts,"
Nathan Moore withdrew his hand to stroke the top of Olivia Zaneās head, "Who would fancy an old man!"
Olivia Zane caught Nathan Mooreās hand, pressing her face into the palm of his hand and gently rubbing against it, obstinately declaring, "I fancy you! No matter how old you are, I still fancy you!"
Looking at the top of her head, Nathan Mooreās thin lips curled up slightly, but he remained silent.