She is not lustful, not desperate for a man, but she is not very old yet and has more than half of her life ahead; she doesn't want to end up lonely.
She just wishes, after retreating from society, to find someone she can talk to, someone who can provide fulfilling companionship on a spiritual level.
Now, it seems that even this simple request is hard to fulfill.
Titus Zane has locked himself in a world of self-induced panic, unresponsive to the overt and covert struggle between the two men.
However, her non-resistance, in Nathan Moore's eyes, seemed like a tacit approval, an agreement with Wesley Foley, united against him.
His eyes grew colder, he extended his arm, grabbed Titus Zane's wrist, and forcefully pulled her away from Wesley's restraint.
In a daze, Titus Zane staggered forward and bumped into Nathan Moore's chest, looking up to meet his teasing handsome face.
"Sister, don't you think my words make a lot of sense?"
