CHAPTER 123: 123, MY HUSBAND HAS ARRIVED, AND HE BROUGHT QUITE A FEW BODYGUARDS WITH HIM

Time flows by swiftly like a white steed passing a gap, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of days and nights have silently slipped through one’s fingers.

Paris, once renowned as the city of romance, has now become the darling of the fashion industry, with Fashion Week attracting the favor of numerous tycoons and celebrities.

Walking on the cobblestone streets, Titus Zane leaned against a railing by the waterfront, tilting his head back, letting the familiar wind bathe his face—a delightful feeling long missed.

When he returned to his home country for his sister’s wedding, he thought he would come back, so he didn’t take many clothes with him.

Later, when he was homeless, he returned to Paris, to the place where he had the most beautiful memories, holding the almost rusty key and tried inserting it into the lock core. Unexpectedly, the door opened.

It was just as he left it. Back then, when he heard Olivia Zane was getting married, he and Logan Ray hurriedly packed some simple luggage and flew back to their country, not taking many belongings with them.

Now, after another two years apart, Paris remains the same city, but the faces from the past have become unfamiliar.

"Hey, beauty, are you alone?" Seeing a beautiful woman standing alone by the railing, admiring the view, a blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guy approached her to strike up a conversation.

Titus Zane turned his head, his brown cascading waves flying with the wind.

The corner of his lips curved up, his originally cold eyes naturally exuded charm when they smiled.

Playfully tilting his head, he spoke in fluent French, "What do you think, handsome?"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guy showed a look of surprise, "You! You speak French?"

"Mm-hmm!" Titus Zane playfully raised his eyebrows.

Waiting is the most boring. Finding a free companion to pass the time, why not?

"European? Asian? Or mixed-race?"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guy scrutinized Titus Zane from head to toe, still unable to distinguish his nationality.

It was not that the handsome guy couldn’t tell Asians apart, but that Titus Zane now looked too different from before.

His long hair was brown and naturally curly, and although his eyelids resembled that of Westerners, all other facial features were distinctively Asian.

Yet his skin was a translucent white, not the yellow skin tone of Asians, and he was also fuller than Asian women, which left the blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guy puzzled.

"Not telling you!" Titus Zane turned playful again, his lips raising into a lovely curve.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guy stared intently at Titus Zane’s full lips, furrowed his brows with a smile, raised a hand to point, "Your lips... so sexy, kissing must be wonderful."

There’s no helping it; Westerners are just direct like that—kissing for them is as casual as shaking hands is for Easterners.

Titus Zane smiled without a word.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guy thought he saw an opportunity and stepped forward, his azure eyes focused and misty, as he held Titus Zane’s shoulders and leaned in his handsome face, only to see Titus Zane gesturing behind him.

"My husband is coming, and he’s brought quite a few bodyguards!"

The blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guy was taken aback, turning his head to look behind him.

Not far off, a potbellied man in a fine suit was approaching, followed by four men in black suits and sunglasses.

Each tall and imposing, they appeared quite menacing.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed handsome guy turned back, shrugged his shoulders at Titus Zane, and made a face.

"Such a beautiful woman marrying that man, what a waste." With that, he released Titus Zane’s shoulders and blew her a kiss before leaving.

Titus Zane turned around and leaned on the railing again, the breeze caressing his face as his beautiful brown waves billowed even more wildly.

He gently closed his eyes, the curve on his lips growing even more pronounced.