With the phone pressed to her cheek, hearing that "I'm here," Titus Zane stopped speaking, but her upturned lips had already betrayed her thoughts.
"Have you had breakfast?" The voice of Nathan Moore came again from the receiver, penetrating her ear and carrying an irresistibly magnetic charm with its low and husky tone.
Titus Zane felt that this man must be doing it on purpose, or maybe he was using a voice changer. Otherwise, how could she find his voice so pleasing to the ear, so pleasing that, at this moment, she even wanted to... see him... right away...
She bit her lower lip, her voice tinged with a woman's unique coyness, as the joy in her heart seeped into her words.
"No, I'm making it now."
"Making what?" Those three words, winding, almost coquettish in tone, tenderly made Titus Zane's little heart tremble!
