CHAPTER 585: THE FOOL TALKS OF DREAMS

Although Samuel Zane had always opposed it, Nathan Moore could see that his concern was different from Ariana Evans; Ariana was insincere and used others for her advantage, but Samuel genuinely cared.

Sighing, Nathan Moore advised, "Don’t blame your grandfather; he has your best interests at heart,"

"Nathan, you’re still speaking up for him after the way he treats you!"

Titus Zane frowned in disagreement but was met with another sigh from Nathan Moore, "It was all because I was such a bastard back then. If... if I hadn’t treated you that way, he wouldn’t have opposed us."

Nathan Moore’s handsome face grew even more solemn, his forehead pressed against Titus’s, regretting his past actions. Unfortunately, what’s done cannot be undone, so he could only strive to treat her twice as well in the future, to make up for the harm he had caused her three years ago.

"But Nathan, have you ever thought," Titus Zane clung tightly around Nathan’s neck, her eyes reddening seriously, "if... if you hadn’t imprisoned me by your side, perhaps our paths would never have crossed in this lifetime."

Nathan Moore chuckled, "So, we should thank Lily. If she hadn’t cunningly orchestrated everything, perhaps you would now be someone else’s wife..."

"Nathan..."

Titus murmured, leaning in to offer her lips, and their lips gently came together in a tender embrace, sipping, nibbling, grinding against each other.

"Seems I’ve arrived at an inconvenient time?" A voice neither icy nor warm rang from the doorway, Alder Locke leaned on the door handle with one hand and propped the door frame with the other, standing outside the room, neither entering nor planning to leave.

The two stopped kissing and looked towards the door at the same time, their arms still wrapped around Nathan’s neck, Titus frowned unhappily, "Alder Locke, why are you so annoying!"

Alder Locke shrugged nonchalantly, "I didn’t want to disturb you, but Grandpa Zane asked you both to come downstairs."

After that, he turned and strode downstairs, the casual demeanor on Alder Locke’s face disappearing the moment he turned around, replaced by a gloomy expression.

The two also followed out of the room. Downstairs in the living room, Samuel Zane still sat on the same sofa, his majestic face showing no other emotion.

Abigail Zimmerman sat on the neighboring sofa. Seeing the two come down the staircase, she started to stand wanting to approach, hesitated, but remained stationary, watching them descend step by step, wanting to say something yet holding back.

Having reached the living room, before Samuel Zane could speak, Nathan Moore started, his hand firmly holding Titus’s, the two standing before Samuel Zane.

"Grandfather, whether you oppose or support us, Titus and I are husband and wife. This time coming to the capital, I intend to take my wife home."

At first, he thought sincerity might move the old man, but now it seemed unnecessary.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Samuel Zane mockingly curled his lip, "Delusional talk. I don’t agree—let’s see how you plan to take Titus away."

"Grandfather, how can you be so unreasonable! I’m an adult, and I have the freedom to choose my own marriage!"

Titus protested defiantly. Samuel Zane’s face darkened suddenly, and he reprimanded sternly, "Stubborn fool, just like your mother! She was just as obstinate back in the day. And the result? Nothing left of her but bones. As long as this old man’s around, I will not consent to you being together!"

Samuel Zane’s attitude had suddenly hardened, which couldn’t be unrelated to Alder Locke who had just been at the side. Having seen the photo in the elder’s room the day before, he now remembered the one hidden in the wallet of his father, Finnian Xenos. Although he was unclear about the elders’ past, a little thought brought to light the intricacies of their relationships.