Titus Zane...
Is this considered sweet talk?
Why didn't she know before that Nathan Moore could speak such charming sweet talk?
Helplessly smiling, Titus Zane finally spoke, with a lazy tone she didn't even realize she had, "Alright, stop messing around, go practice sweet talk with Lily, she'd be happy to listen."
"No! I want to talk to you!" Through the earpiece, Nathan Moore's voice sounded somewhat childlike, making Titus Zane even more helpless.
She was indeed older than him, but not old enough to need the patience of soothing a child.
"Nathan Moore, it's getting late, I need to sleep."
"Talk before sleep!"
Titus Zane wasn't sure if it was her illusion, but why did it feel like this man was acting coquettishly with her?
Feeling more helpless, she moved her slender legs to the bed, massaged her temples with one hand, and leaned forward, feeling somewhat drowsy.
"I've already spoken, good night."
"Titus Zane! If you dare hang up, I'll come over to find you right now!"
