CHAPTER 361: 357, WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

The irritating ringtone of the mobile phone rang again, in this awkward silence, far from reducing any embarrassment, it instead added a touch of annoyance.

Nathan pressed the cigarette in his fingers into the ashtray, where the butts had piled up into a small mountain.

He picked up the phone and put it to his ear, the voice that came out as cold as the look on his handsome face.

"Lily?"

"Nathan..." Olivia’s voice came through the receiver, a very warm voice, like the smiling face in the memory.

"Is it disturbing your rest, calling you so late?"

"No, what’s up?" A few words, still devoid of warmth, having just experienced frustration, he had no mood to coddle a woman.

"Nathan?" Olivia’s voice became tentative, "I heard... my sister is working in Banyan City, have you... seen her?"

"No." Two words, filled with evident emotion.

Originally, she came with great joy, but now...

In fact, he could have disregarded her feelings like before, pinned her beneath him, but he couldn’t bear to force her, now, he hoped she would be willing, just like himself.

Because the him today, is different from his state of mind three years ago.

"Oh, Nathan, when you have time, go have a look at my sister, Mom is very worried about her."

Olivia’s voice audibly breathed a sigh of relief, originally thinking he was going to see Titus, it seems she was overthinking.

"Hmm," after a nasal sound, Nathan asked, "Anything else?"

"No, nothing else," Olivia’s voice sounded much more cheerful, "just wanted to hear your voice."

"I’m busy, hanging up now." A few words fell, and Nathan hung up the call, tossed the phone onto the coffee table, and reached for the cigarette pack again.

While Nathan was on the phone, Titus had been sitting on the other side of the sofa the whole time, only getting up when the call ended, and came in front of Nathan, her face and every move seeming reserved.

In the past, she had thrown up on such a handsome man and hadn’t felt so guilty; now, looking at the man with the gloomy expression, she actually... felt somewhat at a loss.

So, her speech was also very cautious.

"I mean... can you... take me back?"

Nathan glanced at her, ignored her, and looked down as he lit a cigarette for himself.

Looking at the small mountain piled in the ashtray, Titus said, "Smoke less, it’s bad for your health if you smoke too much."

If because of her blow he were to get something like lung cancer, it would be a loss not worth the gain.

Another lifted gaze, as if to spite Titus, Nathan took two consecutive drags.

Titus...

Feeling like she was being treated as air, she darkly raised her brows and tried speaking again.

"Or... could you lend me some money?"

She had left in a hurry, not expecting to be brought here by him; since he didn’t want to take her, she had to find her own way back.

This time, Nathan’s answer was quick, "No!"

Two words, obviously emotional.

"Nathan Moore, what are you going to do by making me stay here?"

She could do nothing; moreover, it looked like he wouldn’t force her.

"Don’t you dare leave!" A few words, with an uncontestable domineering tone.

"But I have to go to work tomorrow!"

"Hmph!" Nathan scoffed, looking up at the woman in front of him, who was as combative as a gamecock, and asked leisurely, "Is it to go to work, or do you have other schemes?"

Titus...

Her European eyes narrowed, "Nathan Moore, what do you mean?" Every time it’s the same line dropped, no explanation, as if just to make her anxious and uneasy.