Titus Zane suddenly felt a bit jealous of Olivia Zane.
Really, for so many years, this was the first time he felt jealous of someone else.
In the past, no matter how excellent people were in his eyes, he only admired and looked up to them, never feeling jealousy.
A bit sour, Titus Zane complained, "Nathan Moore, you really are not a good conversation partner, so, the invitation to be friends for a lifetime, I take it back!"
Nathan Moore chuckled, his obsidian-like eyes took on a smiling curve when they shimmered, his handsome brows arching, carrying a teasing tone.
"Just as I don't want it either."
Titus Zane turned over and sat up again, lamenting, "You, a man who's smelly, stubborn, domineering, and doesn't know how to make women happy, I really don't know what Lily saw in you."
Having said that, he got out of bed, picked up the clothes scattered on the floor piece by piece, shook them out, and hung them up properly in front of the wardrobe.
