CHAPTER 597: 593, I’M OUTSIDE THE COMPOUND GATE, WANTING TO SEE YOU

Opening her handbag, a string of numbers flashed on the touchscreen—it was a call from Nathan Moore.

She sneaked a glance ahead; Alder Locke was driving attentively.

After pondering, Titus Zane slid the reject button and then typed a text message to send over.

...I’m out, it’s not convenient to take calls

In the dimly lit car, Nathan Moore stared at the text message on his phone, didn’t hesitate, and sent one back.

...I’m outside the mansion’s gates, I want to see you

Unconsciously, Titus Zane curved his lips into a smile.

...I should arrive in about half an hour, tell me the exact location

...Outside the mansion’s gates, 200 meters down the road, a black Audi

...Okay, wait for me

Alder Locke, through the rearview mirror, saw Titus Zane with his head down, fiddling with something. Out of curiosity, he asked, "What are you doing? Playing games?"

Titus Zane hastily put away his phone, "No, just checking the time," and having a hard time lying, he shifted in his seat unnaturally after he spoke.

Through the rearview mirror, Alder Locke took a casual glance and didn’t speak again.

As the sedan entered the mansion’s private road, Titus Zane perked up, his eyes fixated on the road ahead, afraid of missing Nathan Moore.

After making another turn, two beams of light flashed on the side of the road in the distance—it was Nathan Moore.

Titus Zane lifted his lips again, unable to hide the excitement in his heart.

"Alder Locke, slow down a bit."

"What’s the matter?" Alder Locke also spotted the parked car by the road, but didn’t think much of it and obediently slowed the pace. Just as they were about to pass the parked sedan, Titus Zane spoke again, "Stop the car, stop for a moment, I want to get out."

Subconsciously, Alder Locke hit the brakes, before he could react, Titus Zane had already opened the car door and, gathering her skirt, ran toward the sedan parked by the roadside.

"You go ahead, I’ll come back on my own in a bit."

Watching Titus Zane pull open the passenger door and get in, Alder Locke’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his handsome face instantly became gloomy.

So there was indeed a secret meeting, no wonder he was fussing with his phone earlier...

His hand on the steering wheel involuntarily tightened. Alder Locke wanted to go over and drag Titus Zane back immediately, but after thinking it over, he did not act. Since he chose the role of the good guy, for now, he had to keep up the facade. Revealing his true nature now might backfire.

Watching the sedan through the moonlight, suppressing the unwillingness in his heart, Alder Locke revved the engine, and the black Bentley swiftly sped away.

"Nathan Moore, how long have you been here?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Titus Zane asked as he closed the car door, the joy on his delicate face was apparent. Nathan Moore didn’t speak but suddenly extended his hand to wrap her into his embrace when Titus Zane looked puzzled.

With an exclamation of "Ah..." every other sound was blocked in her throat. It was either because it was too cold outside or Nathan Moore had been waiting too long in the chilly night, but as their lips pressed together, Titus Zane could not feel any warmth. However, she loved it passionately, and when Nathan Moore’s large palm cradled the back of her head, she likewise cupped his handsome face.

It was still that icy feeling. Moore had stood by the roadside and smoked several cigarettes while waiting.

Thinking back to the day she was forcibly kicked out of the house by her grandfather, Titus Zane couldn’t help but feel heartache.