Sometimes Nathan Moore even thought he was a pervert because he couldn't help but go to her room and bathe in the bathtub she had once used.
The shampoo and shower gel he used were also ones she had used before; after bathing, lying in bed with his eyes closed, smelling that familiar scent filling his nostrils, he felt that, actually, the woman named Titus Zane had never really left...
Unknowingly, he had fallen for that woman, it was just that—
he had always been blinded by hatred and had not realized it.
But when she left, when she disappeared from his sight, he suddenly realized that some people had inadvertently moved into his heart, and some feelings had deeply rooted themselves without him realizing.
Titus Zane, you damned woman!
Nathan Moore gritted his teeth and pushed open the door, striding in.
