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Watching Nathan Moore's slightly upturned lips, Titus Zane pursed his lips and remained silent.
Yet one hand fell and attempted to move Nathan Moore's restraining hand from her waist, but as soon as her fingers touched it, they were enveloped in his palm and then wrapped around her waist together.
Perhaps due to her former profession, Titus Zane enjoyed relaxing music and disliked overly fiery and spicy rhythms, and Beatrice Hargrave's style was mainly lyrical, she should have been able to enjoy it properly, but now, with Nathan Moore's hands on her waist, the feeling of being tightly restrained... was hard to describe.
Especially since she had decided she no longer wanted to have any entanglements with him.
