CHAPTER 242: 238, BE GOOD, DON’T BE SHY, THEY WON’T LAUGH AT YOU.

Once again, she found herself in an awkward situation, even the air seemed thin.

Nathan Moore’s voice resounded once more, low and magnetic, as pleasant as a cello.

"Let’s talk about you, why do you want Ariana Evans’s hair?"

Titus Zane abruptly averted his gaze, his fine eyebrows also knitting slightly, subconsciously looking towards the other three people in the private room, his European eyes visibly filled with caution and panic.

"Don’t worry, they can’t hear us," said the low, magnetic voice, as always, pleasing to the ear, like fine wine seeping into one’s heart and vibrating the eardrum.

Lowering his gaze, Titus Zane licked his lips, "I..." To say that one would cherish someone’s hair as if it were a treasure seems ludicrous; if he spoke the truth, he feared Nathan Moore would reveal it to Olivia Zane. In that moment of hesitation, he heard Nathan Moore say.

"You want to do a DNA test to prove whether you’re mother and daughter."

It was obviously a question, but Nathan Moore spoke with certainty.

Titus Zane raised his eyes again to look at him, the shock and panic clearly visible.

"Alright, don’t look at me with those eyes, like I said, I will be tough." Nathan Moore’s tone was simultaneously helpless and doting, always speaking frivolous words with utmost seriousness.

He was initially very worried, but now, Titus Zane felt somewhat resigned, as he listened to Nathan Moore say.

"I won’t tell Lily."

So, there was no need for her to worry.

Titus Zane lowered his gaze to the red wine glass in his hand, completely unsure of how to respond to Nathan Moore’s words, thinking if he admitted his desire to prove his relationship with Ariana Evans, he was worried Moore would pry further.

If he denied it, it would be obviously a lie, so silence was his only option.

Fortunately, Nathan Moore did not continue on this topic, but asked her instead, "Did you send that foreign devil away?"

Titus Zane...

Looked up blankly at Nathan Moore, feeling a bit overwhelmed this evening.

In the midst of his daze, the view in front of him darkened; it was Nathan Moore’s handsome face pressing close, his distinct fingers pinching her chin, biting her lip lightly, and cursing low as he pulled away, "I told you not to look at me with those eyes!"

Titus Zane...

Blinked her eyes; Is she to be blamed?

Amidst a burst of laughter, she finally realized that there were other people in the private room.

Blushing, Titus Zane lowered her gaze, wishing she could dive into a crack in the ground.

Evander Lancaster clapped his hands and teased with laughter, "Big brother, your techniques to charm a girl have improved!"

Nicholas Croft and Beatrice Hargrave, still singing, turned to look, both wearing confused faces.

"Scram!" Nathan Moore replied with a single word, yet his eyes were filled with amusement.

"Wow, this old guy should have thick skin, how come he’s embarrassed now?" Evander Lancaster never missed a chance to tease Nathan Moore, truly a rare opportunity.

"Keep talking, believe it or not, I’ll throw you out!" Although Nathan Moore uttered a threat, it carried no trace of deterrence.

Seeing Titus Zane biting her lip with her gaze lowered, knowing she was embarrassed, Nathan Moore extended his long arm in a protective manner, pulling her into his arms and staring at Evander Lancaster, his gaze tender.

"Alright, alright, I’ll stop!" Evander Lancaster raised his hands, his laughter growing louder, his joyful voice filling the entire room.

"There, don’t be embarrassed anymore, he’s stopped," Nathan Moore lowered his gaze, focusing on Titus Zane’s faintly blushing profile. Although they were meant to be words of comfort, her face grew even hotter upon hearing them.

This man’s EQ must be in the negatives.

Somewhat annoyed and embarrassed, Titus Zane pushed Nathan Moore, who staggered slightly to the side but then regained composure.

"There, don’t be shy, they won’t laugh at you."