Seeing her, he didn't speak. His obsidian eyes held specks of light, dazzling from afar.
His hands were tucked into the pockets of his casual pants, his unhurried steps tortuously slow.
Moreover, her petite bag was tucked under his arm, and her glasses were perched on his nose, creating a rather comical look.
Titus Zane quickened his pace, took the bag from under his arm, and before he could remove her glasses, Nathan Moore had already taken them off and placed them on her face.
"They look better on you, very scholarly."
Titus Zane lowered her head, adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and was just about to move forward when her waist tightened, Nathan's arm wrapping around her.
Her heart panicked, her steps halted, and turning to look at Nathan Moore, Titus Zane was somewhat at a loss for words.
"Nathan Moore, I... just now..."
"I've been waiting for you, the celebration banquet has already started."
