Perhaps it's in their nature, the instinctive repellent that male creatures feel towards others of their kind vying for their prey.
Such is the case with Nathan Moore, and also, Wesley Foley.
The two men, subtly competing with each other.
Titus Zane was well aware of Wesley's concern and care for her, but she hadn't seen him so attentive before.
After tasting each dish, he would always put some on her plate, looking at the handsome and icy face of the man opposite, Titus couldn't help but feel reluctant to lift her gaze to his face.
On the rare occasions when she did raise her eyes to meet Nathan Moore's gaze, she swiftly looked away.
As for Wesley, seemingly oblivious to the low atmosphere in the room, he continued to entertain his client with warmth and courtesy.
Under the table, Felix Shaw gently nudged Nathan Moore's foot and, as the latter glanced over, Felix subtly gestured with his wine glass-holding hand, a discreet motion that Nathan immediately understood.
