Chapter 9. He, who had never touched a woman before, actually touched her, this unclean woman.

Chapter 9: 9. He, who had never touched a woman before, actually touched her, this unclean woman.Nathan Moore felt that several taboos in his life were broken because of this malicious woman.

He, who had never touched a woman, actually touched her—the unclean woman, and not just once.

He, who had never hit a woman, had done so twice now in her presence. Counting the time he threw her onto the coffee table in anger upon learning she was pregnant...

Although it wasn’t his intention, he did not regret it at all, not in the slightest.

His eyes, dark as obsidian, held a complex expression.

Looking at the woman on the hospital bed with accusing eyes, Nathan Moore slowly lowered his large hand, feeling a sting in his palm, just like the throbbing pain in his heart.

His long fingers touched the area over his chest, unconsciously grabbing onto his white shirt. Nathan Moore stood in front of the hospital bed, his mind wandering.

Just then, Olivia Zane wheeled her chair up to Nathan Moore’s side and tugged at his lapel, looking up with her small face.

"Nathan, you went too far just now. Even if sister was wrong, you shouldn’t have hit her."

Nathan Moore slowly turned his head, looking a bit dazedly at Olivia Zane’s small face.

In his view, a noble-looking woman was covering her face, her expression full of accusations and hatred.

"Nathan, what’s wrong with you?" Seeing Nathan Moore not responding, Olivia Zane shook his arm again, snapping him out of his daze, his handsome face returning to its usual solemnity.

He glanced down at the woman looking up at him. In the past, whenever Olivia Zane spoke to him with a soft voice, Nathan Moore would have crouched down to level his face with hers, rather than having her look up at him.

But now, he just gave Olivia Zane a cold glance and walked away without a response, heading towards the couch to pick up his laptop and resume his work.

Olivia Zane followed him with her eyes as she wheeled her chair, feeling an indescribable emotion in her heart.

Turning back, she looked at the sister who was still covering her face and tightly pursing her lips on the hospital bed, she smiled slightly and spoke to console her.

"Sister, don’t blame Nathan. Just now... you also went too far, knowingly provoking Nathan when he was angry. Now, not only have you been slapped, but Nathan has also fallen into the disgrace of being a woman-beater."

Titus Zane really admired her own younger sister; she always had the skill to provoke Nathan Moore into anger with just a few words.

And she always played the role of the peacemaker the moment after Titus Zane was punished by Nathan Moore.

Titus Zane knew that her sister was extremely jealous of the occasional times Nathan Moore would end up in her own bed. However, she couldn’t understand why, since her sister’s injury was to the spine, and the doctor had said it only affected her ability to stand and walk normally, not other things...

Why did Nathan Moore take out his frustrations on her and not share a bed with her sister? Could it really be just to vent his spite?

Isn’t it said that people deeply in love can’t wait to give themselves to each other, just like her and Logan Ray, childhood sweethearts who naturally came together...

Seeing the distracted look in Titus Zane’s eyes, Olivia Zane spoke again, "Sister, did you hear what I just said?"

Titus Zane snapped out of it, glanced at her "concerned" little sister with a detached expression, equally toneless, "I’m tired, I’m going to rest. You all go back."

After saying that, she closed her eyes.

"Little Zane, how are you feeling?" The door to the hospital room was pushed open from the outside, and before the person came in, a caring voice entered first.

It was their mother, Ariana Evans, who had just finished a surgery and hurried to visit her daughter.