CHAPTER 356: IF YOU THROW ANOTHER TANTRUM, I’LL EXECUTE YOU ON THE SPOT.

When a person is not in good physical condition, their expression often appears faint and detached.

Groggy and disoriented, not knowing where Nathan Moore was taking him, Titus Zane didn’t worry—perhaps it was an inexplicable trust.

It was not until the car stopped in front of a residential building and Nathan Moore gripped his wrist to enter the elevator together that Titus Zane realized what was happening.

"Nathan Moore, where is this?"

With a faint glance at him and noticing Titus Zane’s pallid face, Nathan Moore coldly tossed out two words.

"Shut up."

Titus Zane...

Pouted his lips and really stopped talking.

However, he shook off the large hand holding his wrist and even moved his body to the side.

Nathan Moore...

His gaze lowered, observing the obviously petulant woman, he stretched out his arm and caught her again.

Through gritted teeth, he threatened.

"Keep throwing a tantrum and I’ll punish you right here and now!"

Titus Zane did not back down, lifting his chin defiantly.

"Come at me!"

Is it not just that he loves to kiss her forcefully?

If he dares, do it now. After all, she had just thrown up and hadn’t had the chance to brush her teeth and rinse her mouth.

Clenching his teeth, Nathan Moore raised his hand to pinch Titus Zane’s chin, twisting it fiercely.

"Damned woman!"

How dare she challenge him; it seems he had been too gentle with her lately.

He should be like before, disregarding her feelings, pressing her beneath him, forcefully taking her to let her know his severity and see if she still dares to defy!

"Hmph!" With a slap, Titus Zane knocked Nathan Moore’s hand off her nose and shook her wrist again, unable to break free from the man’s hold. She humphed and turned her face away.

The scene in the elevator clearly displayed a couple in the midst of a quarrel, it was just that—

The arrogant woman was oblivious.

The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and Nathan Moore stepped out, still holding the wrist of the obviously upset woman, stopped in front of the apartment door, his well-defined fingers pressed the code. Following a crisp beep, Titus Zane was pushed through the door by the man.

Indeed, Nathan Moore’s actions were forceful.

Holding Titus Zane’s wrist with one hand and restraining his other arm, he pushed forward, both man and door entering together.

Once they were inside the apartment, Nathan Moore kicked the door shut with a long stride, turned while holding Titus Zane, and before he could react, he was pinned against the door.

"Ah... Nathan..." He had barely spoken two words when a shadow flickered, and his lips were sealed.

Doesn’t he feel disgusted at all?

This was the first thought in Titus Zane’s mind when Nathan Moore kissed him.

No panic, no rejection, at that moment, the only thought was whether Nathan Moore found him contemptible.

The kiss was urgent and conflicted; sometimes gentle, sometimes fierce, as if wanting to punish but also reluctant, desiring tenderness yet unwilling... In short, a very peculiar feeling, like the early spring rain, fast at times, slow at others, persistent and unsettling.

The hand on his back was also forceful, as if trying to mold the woman into his own body, merging them into one.

There were rustling sounds, those well-defined fingers landed on the waistband of his trousers, and after a brief caress, directly unbuttoned that button.

Just as he was about to go further, his chest felt heavy, and he took a step back following a grunt. When he came to, he saw that woman running around the apartment with her mouth covered, seemingly looking for something.

Nathan Moore...

Striding forward with long legs, he grabbed the aimless woman’s wrist and headed to the bathroom.

Watching her kneel on the floor tiles, supporting herself on the toilet in incessant retching, his handsome face turned to iron.

He had not even begun to despise her, yet she had such an intense reaction.