We must admit Ewan Zimmerman's efficiency. An hour later, the doorbell to Titus Zane's room rang.
Thinking it was the hotel lunch service coming to clean up, he didn't bother to check and simply opened the door.
Seeing the stern man standing before the door, Titus Zane paused, one hand still clutching the doorknob.
"You... how did you get here?" And, how did he know I was staying at this hotel?
Nathan Moore glanced down at Titus Zane, then strode past her into the room, heading straight for the wardrobe. Without a word, he took out a suitcase, placed it on the bed, and began packing clothes into it.
Titus Zane followed, "Nathan Moore! What are you doing?"
The man with the fierce face glanced at her and continued to ignore her, packing clothes into the suitcase.
"Nathan Moore, stop it, what are you doing..." In desperation, Titus Zane tried to intervene, but Nathan Moore caught her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.
