When a person is not in good physical condition, their expression often appears faint and detached.
Groggy and disoriented, not knowing where Nathan Moore was taking him, Titus Zane didn't worry—perhaps it was an inexplicable trust.
It was not until the car stopped in front of a residential building and Nathan Moore gripped his wrist to enter the elevator together that Titus Zane realized what was happening.
"Nathan Moore, where is this?"
With a faint glance at him and noticing Titus Zane's pallid face, Nathan Moore coldly tossed out two words.
"Shut up."
Titus Zane...
Pouted his lips and really stopped talking.
However, he shook off the large hand holding his wrist and even moved his body to the side.
Nathan Moore...
His gaze lowered, observing the obviously petulant woman, he stretched out his arm and caught her again.
Through gritted teeth, he threatened.
"Keep throwing a tantrum and I'll punish you right here and now!"
