Chapter 362 - 358, Bad Woman
Chapter 362 of "Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride" opens showing suspense: Nathan Moore lifted his dark pupils, and as he exhaled the smoke, a smirk appeared... Continue the adventure!
Nathan Moore lifted his dark pupils, and as he exhaled the smoke, a smirk appeared on his lips, giving Titus Zane a chilling sensation.
His thin lips slightly parted, and he slowly uttered a few words.
"What do you mean? You donāt understand?"
Another rhetorical question rang in Titus Zaneās ears like a person strapped to the guillotine, his head being held down, the executioner raising the large blade, yet unwilling to drop it down, continuously indicating towards the headāspreading terror and panic in her heart, subsequently becoming uncontrollable.
She hated this feeling, the feeling of being manipulated by someone.
In anger, she pushed aside Nathan Mooreās long legs blocking the front of the sofa, twisted her body, and sat down beside him, speaking with a tone and expression that were both cold.
"Nathan Moore, letās make things clear today, stop threatening me with these ambiguous words!" It seemed he knew about her profession, yet he didnāt speak outright, and kept hinting obscurely.
"Really?" Facing Titus Zaneās cold and serious gaze, Nathan Moore appeared nonchalant, his handsome eyebrows slightly raised and his face wore an amused expression, even deliberately blowing smoke slowly towards Titus Zane.
Impatiently waving off the smoke hitting her face, Titus Zane plucked the cigarette from Nathan Mooreās fingers directly into the ashtray, clearly showing her anger.
Nathan Moore, however, laughed without anger, his thin lips curling up in a mood that was both mocking and derisive, yet this man laughed frivolously.
"Oh, getting angry out of embarrassment, huh!" he said, suddenly stretching his long arm, his distinctly articulated fingers clamped Titus Zaneās jaw, meeting her obviously angry eyes with a flippant tone.
"Some things, if not made clear, are meant to give each other a way out..."
Just as Titus Zane opened her mouth to retort, "No need, just speak your mind, donāt keep others in suspense!"
Unexpectedly, as she pursed her lush lips, that diabolically charming man leaned in close, almost two centimeters away, his gaze not on her eyes, but on her lips.
"Donāt think too highly of yourself, nor overestimate your own strength, not every man is Colt Thornton, senseless!"
As he spoke, a pain shot through her lipsāit was Nathan Moore biting her lip. She gasped in pain, and he continued to speak.
"If you need money, ask me. Iām your man, itās only rightful for a man to provide for his woman, donāt resort to crooked paths; even if rich enough to rival a nation, one should still consult their conscience when spending,"
The manās articulated fingers pressed against Titus Zaneās chest, pointing and slowly uttered three words.
"Secure or not."
Titus Zane...
Having dealt with numerous clients, she had never felt so unsettled as now.
Fear and disbelief spread in her heart.
Thinking she had been cautious, thinking she had been low-key, yet, she still couldnāt escape Nathan Mooreās eyes.
In her panic, Titus Zane inadvertently overlooked what Nathan Moore had just mentioned... needing money, asking him, him being her man, rightfully providing for his woman...
Although a storm raged inside her, Titus Zane still forcibly curled the corners of her lips, "Nathan Moore, what are you talking about? I donāt understand?"
Nathan Mooreās fingers still clamped on Titus Zaneās jaw, his obsidian eyes slightly darkened at the womanās calm facade, his thin lips curved up, suddenly laughing out loud, a very pleased sound.
Pressing his handsome face close again, he bit her lower lip when she was unguarded, and as he moved away, said, "Bad woman!"
But, he liked it.