CHAPTER 113: 113. THE FLICKER OF PANIC THAT FLASHED THROUGH OLIVIA ZANE’S EYES

Titus Zane felt that although her life had never been splendid, it had never been this unlucky either.

Ever since she returned to the country to attend her sister’s wedding, it was like there was a dark cloud hanging over her head that she just couldn’t shake off.

First, she accidentally pushed her sister down the stairs, and in a panic, ended up sitting in the wedding car and bizarrely keeping watch in the bridal chamber...

Every moment felt like a nightmare that she couldn’t dispel, struggling as she might, she just couldn’t wake up.

Titus Zane lowered her gaze, no longer the sharp-tongued equal to Olivia Zane, her curled eyelashes hiding the emotions in the depths of her eyes.

Because she knew, it would be another vicious punishment that she couldn’t escape.

She felt some regret, really shouldn’t have indulged in the satisfaction of a quick-witted retort, for in the end, the one who suffers is always herself.

Seeing that Titus Zane no longer spoke, Olivia Zane became even more aggressive, and with Nathan Moore not at home, she didn’t need to hold back her words.

"Titus Zane, you really have no shame. As a woman who sleeps around like you, Nathan can even stand it. First, you were screwed by Logan Ray for so many years, and now you come to seduce your own brother-in-law, you truly are a whore that everyone can have their turn with!"

Her eyebrows knit slightly, Titus Zane instinctively looked past Olivia Zane to see Nathan Moore, who was still standing at the top of the staircase, leaning on the banister. She pursed her lips tightly, holding the bedsheet, ready to walk past Olivia Zane and leave.

If she stayed any longer, there’s no telling what more unpleasant words would spew from her mouth.

"What? Struck silent because I hit the nail on the head, Titus Zane? This isn’t like you. Having done things so shamelessly, what else is there to feel embarrassed about facing!"

Olivia Zane turned her wheelchair around, attacking the retreating figure of Titus Zane with her harsh words. However, seeing the man leisurely leaning on the handrail, she was startled for a moment, then quickly replaced it with a shallow smile.

Yet in those smiling eyes, a flicker of panic passed by.

"Nathan... Nathan, weren’t you off to work? Why have you come back?" Olivia Zane wheeled over, while Titus Zane, holding the bedsheet, had already walked past Nathan Moore down the stairs.

Nathan Moore leaned casually against the railing without even glancing at Titus Zane as she passed by him.

At the moment, Titus Zane couldn’t care less about the punishment because the words "a whore that everyone can have their turn with" from Olivia Zane occupied her mind. Proud as she was, having lived abroad for so long and exposed to the open-minded Western culture, aside from Logan, she had never harbored fantasies about any other man.

Nathan Moore pushed away from the railing, his tall and slender legs moving towards Olivia Zane with a languid and somewhat presumptuous pace.

As Nathan Moore approached step by step, Olivia Zane maintained a calm smile on the surface, but her heart was seized with tension; she was certain that Nathan Moore had heard her last remark.

She knew Nathan Moore wouldn’t say anything harsh to her, but she was genuinely worried about affecting the good impression she held in his heart.

In the midstream of anxiousness and dread, Nathan Moore had already reached her. Olivia Zane lifted up her delicate face, suppressing the turmoil deep inside, and called out with a smile, "Nathan,"

Nathan Moore bent down on one knee, now almost at eye level with Olivia Zane, placing his large hand gently onto the back of her hand on the wheelchair, barely grasping it, his thin lips curving slightly upward.

"Felt a bit tired, so I came back," answered Nathan Moore to Olivia Zane’s earlier question, raising his other hand to Olivia Zane’s face. She nuzzled against it like a cat, the corners of her brilliant lips revealing her dependence on Nathan Moore.