Chapter 95, Nathan Moore, you are really disgusting

Chapter 95: 95, Nathan Moore, you are really disgustingNathan Moore simply ignored Titus Zane’s reaction, pressed down his thin lips against Titus’s delicate ones, with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"What’s the matter? Afraid that I’d discover it? You despise and hate me on one hand, yet you respond to me on the other?"

If it were between lovers, Nathan Moore’s behavior might be considered flirting, but they were not; they weren’t lovers, they were sworn enemies with deep-seated hatred for each other.

Therefore, Nathan Moore’s actions were clearly meant to humiliate.

Titus Zane’s eyes reddened, his chest heaving dramatically under the pressure of Nathan Moore.

"Nathan Moore! You bastard!"

Poor Titus Zane, a woman who had received a higher education from a young age, could only utter this sentence even in the height of her rage.

Nathan Moore’s eyes subtly shifted, glittering with speckles of light, cascading down like a waterfall, curves his lips in a light sigh, "Angry out of embarrassment, are we?" His well-defined fingers lift Titus’s chin, his lips pecking at Titus’s again and again, his low and magnetic voice gently mumbling as if whispering between lovers.

"Be patient, there’s no rush to satisfy you, I’ll make sure you’re completely satiated."

Despite sounding like endlessly gentle words of affection, Nathan Moore’s actions were rough.

With a long "hiss", the sound of fabric being torn apart filled the air.

Titus instinctively resisted, her body tensed, legs closed tightly together.

"Heh," a mocking laugh emerged next to her ear as Nathan Moore’s lips lingered around Titus’s ear.

Titus Zane...

Humiliation and anger intertwined, wishing fervently she could just break it off if possible!

Nathan Moore had already propped himself up, looking down at Titus Zane with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smirk.

Even though it was an extremely bastard thing to say, it twisted around her ear like a sweet nothing.

Titus Zane’s face instantly turned into an unspeakable discomfort.

At such a moment, for Nathan Moore to discuss this matter was undoubtedly a great humiliation for her.

The men she most despised were those who abused you while loathing you to the extreme, although in past instances he wore his distaste openly, he never spoke such vile words.

Suddenly, Titus Zane curled her lips in a cold arc, yet so full of scorn.

"You really are..."

"Hmm?" Nathan Moore paused his movements, propped above Titus, his handsome brows slightly raised.

"Disgusting," the words choked Titus Zane in her throat.

That once, at a moment like this, Titus Zane said, "Nathan Moore, you’re truly disgusting!"

As a result, Nathan Moore’s eyes clearly showed his indignation, and his assaulting motion also stopped, just like now, he propped up his body and looked down at her from above.

At that time, Titus Zane even regretted, had she known these words would hurt his pride so deeply, she should’ve said them earlier.

Afterward, Titus Zane pushed Nathan Moore off the bed, rushed to the bathroom, and vomited for a long while.

But it wasn’t over yet.

Knowing Titus Zane’s fastidiousness, the next morning at the breakfast table, in front of Titus Zane were two glasses of milk and a cup of yogurt.

Looking at those viscous liquids, Titus Zane would be reminded of filthy things and, covering her lips, run to the first-floor bathroom for another bout of violent vomiting, almost to the point of throwing her entire stomach up.