CHAPTER 472: 468, LET’S GO HOME.

Colt Thornton stood naked in front of the bed, his back view lacking any aesthetic of a strong man.

...Nathan Moore quickly approached and with a swift kick, he sent the obese man sprawling on the ground like a dog eating dirt.

On the bed, the woman who was scared to despair, stared at the ceiling unresponsively. If not for her messy, brown wavy hair revealing her identity, Nathan might have failed to recognize this disfigured woman in front of him.

A sudden tightness in his chest, Nathan took off his coat and wrapped it around the disheveled woman.

Colt Thornton got up from the ground, sat down, and wiped the liquid flowing from the corner of his mouth, sneering, "Director Moore, mind your own business. Today, even if the King of Heaven came down, I would still play with this woman harshly!"

"Play?" Nathan repeated with a cold laugh, his thin lips curving into a bloodthirsty arc, slowly walked forward, lifted his long leg, and kicked Colt Thornton in the chest, sending him tumbling backward with a muffled grunt.

Nathan crouched down, his distinct-knuckled fingers pinched Colt Thornton’s chin, as Thornton said, "Director Moore... this woman... she’s a corporate spy, it’s her fault that I couldn’t cooperate with you..."

The man whose mind was muddled by lust hadn’t figured out the relationship between Nathan and Titus Zane yet, thinking that Nathan was only trying to be the hero saving the beauty, still trying to persuade him.

With a sneer, Nathan leaned in his handsome face closer, staring down at Colt Thornton, he said word by word, "My woman, Nathan Moore’s woman, as long as she doesn’t murder or set fires, I will indulge whatever she wants to do!"

Then, he stood up in front of Colt Thornton’s astonished eyes, lifted his long leg and struck the wide-open front door, a scream like a pig being slaughtered pierced through the door, echoing down the entire corridor.

Titus Zane didn’t know how she left the room, wrapped in a haze of clothing, then suddenly feeling weightless, lifted into the air. When she numbly turned her head, she saw the man’s tense handsome face and muttered, "Nathan Moore?"

Titus Zane’s face bore visible finger marks, and there was a clear lash mark, one corner of her eye showed bruising...

When she spoke, her voice was as raspy as someone who had been parched for too long, only able to make a rasping sound.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here." Four words, Nathan looked forward, the lines of his handsome face tensed, his cold eyes still radiating a bloodthirsty light.

Lifting her hand, she gently caressed Nathan’s side face, and feeling the warmth between her fingers, Titus Zane finally grasped the reality, and with a cry of "wow," she wrapped her arms around Nathan’s neck and burst into tears.

"Nathan Moore... I was so scared... why did you only just come, wuwu..."

A weight on the top of her head, it was Nathan’s lips descending, "Be good, don’t cry, it’s my fault." He should never have let her stay at the hotel alone, he should have kept her by his side as before.

Only by his side, would she be safe.

"Nathan Moore, why did you only just come..." From the eleventh floor to the first, Titus Zane kept repeating this phrase, and Nathan, silent the whole time, kept pressing his cold lips to her hair.

Exiting the hotel’s main entrance, he glanced at Colt Thornton being lifted onto an ambulance, his expression unchanging.

To dare have designs on his woman, was clearly a death wish!

As he was about to put Titus Zane into the passenger seat and move to the driver’s seat, his waist was tightly hugged by the frightened woman, "Don’t go, I’m scared..."

Another kiss landed on her head, and Nathan encircled her waist with one arm.

"Be good, don’t be afraid, we’re going home."