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Watching her, Nathan Moore's eyebrows lifted slightly, and Titus Zane's first reaction was to break free from the restraint around his waist.
Because just now, Nathan Moore… pinched her.
Seemingly not wanting to lose face in front of the two brothers, Nathan Moore also let go. Titus Zane lowered his head to look at the seat beneath him, then sat back down. A shadow came over, it was Nathan Moore's finger, lifting the strand of hair that hung down, tucking it behind her ear.
It was a very natural and skilled motion.
The fingertip glided past her ear, gently, and then withdrew.
A soft cough, Titus Zane appeared somewhat unnatural, and shifted slightly to the side, placing the bag he was holding between the two.
To Titus Zane's left was Nathan Moore, and to the right, Mia Foster was possessively held by Felix Shaw on the shoulder, their bodies not only close together but their heads also leaning against each other.
