Titus Zane...
When she realized where the man's gaze was, she hurriedly covered her chest with both hands.
She glared at that pervert, "Scoundrel!"
"Ha ha..." In the air, a joyful laughter echoed, Titus Zane stared at the man with a pitiful face, standing in front of the coffee table, waiting for the man to finish laughing before suddenly retracting his smile, his handsome face tensing as he coldly said.
"Go brush your teeth!"
Titus Zane...
"If I must!" she grumbled, and like an obedient child, she turned around and walked towards the bathroom.
Watching the woman's clearly annoyed back, Nathan Moore's lips unconsciously curled up.
Originally, Titus Zane went to the bathroom out of spite, but after entering, she remembered this wasn't her house; where were the toiletries supposed to come from!
Just as she was about to turn back and confront the man, the moment she turned around, she noticed two brand-new toothbrush cups placed side by side on the sink.
