A grown man still remembering a woman's menstrual cycle after all these years is hardly something to be proud of, and Titus Zane even called him a pervert.
Nathan Moore's eyes flashed with a chill, clearly agitated and angered.
"Titus Zane, I'll say it once more, right now, immediately! Get up off the floor!"
Titus Zane felt that a person's character changes with time.
If it were before, faced with Nathan Moore's cold threat, she would have been scared, afraid that he would hurt her.
But now, perhaps because she was certain in her heart that this man would no longer hurt her, there was not one ounce of fear. She continued sitting inside the door, leaning her face back and negotiating with Nathan Moore.
"You can't yell at me or force me, then I'll get up."
Facing the woman's deliberately coquettish tone, Nathan Moore laughed helplessly, "Alright, get up quickly. I won't yell, and I won't force, "
All he did was worry about her catching a cold, how did it turn into yelling?
