CHAPTER 357: 353、NATHAN MOORE IS IMPLYING SOMETHING, HE IS OLDER THAN ME.

Titus Zane didn’t know what was wrong with him, whether he was still queasy from the car ride or because of rejection.

Even though his stomach was completely empty, he still couldn’t stop retching.

Nathan Moore just stood behind him, his handsome face ashen. Seeing him still leaning over the toilet retching, he turned around and left the bathroom.

When Titus Zane had almost finished vomiting and returned to the living room, Nathan Moore was standing on the balcony doing something unknown. The range hood inside was buzzing loudly.

Leaning on the armrest of the sofa, Titus Zane sat down, feeling extremely weak and leaned against the sofa with his eyes closed.

Just resting for a few minutes, Nathan Moore came up in front of him, and with a "Duang" sound, he put something on the coffee table and said coldly, "Eat this!"

Titus Zane opened his eyes, staring blankly at the man towering over him, then belatedly looked towards the coffee table.

A serving of spaghetti presented itself in front of him, looking enticing and seemingly delicious.

"Did you make this?"

Titus Zane spoke, his voice tentative, more in a tone of inquiry.

"Nonsense." With those two words, Nathan Moore turned around and walked to the other side of the sofa, picked up his trouser legs and sat down, picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, took one out, held it in front of his lips, lit it and then leaned back into the sofa, his handsome face still unsmiling.

Titus Zane...

Looking at the man’s brooding face, then back at the spaghetti in front of him, Titus Zane licked his lips, felt the emptiness in his stomach, hesitated a moment and then picked up a fork to try some.

The delicious taste filled his taste buds, the texture was smooth and just right, perfectly suiting his appetite.

After tasting a small bite, Titus Zane buried his head, despite his empty stomach, his eating manners were elegant. A few minutes later, the entire plate of spaghetti was tucked into his stomach.

While Titus Zane was eating, Nathan Moore was always resting his head in his hand watching him, with an inscrutable look in his dark eyes.

After wiping his mouth with a napkin and turning towards Nathan Moore, Titus Zane politely said, "Thank you."

Nathan Moore withdrew his gaze and commanded coldly, "Take the plate to the kitchen."

"Oh,"

Titus Zane got up and carried the empty plate towards the balcony.

He hadn’t walked a few steps when the man behind him spoke again.

"Bring the milk warming in the microwave over here."

Titus Zane...

He didn’t stop walking but he secretly wrinkled his nose. This man, really used to ordering people around.

Just for a bowl of his spaghetti, now he’s ordering him to help warm the milk.

Alright, considering how delicious that serving of spaghetti was, he would help him this time.

Coming back from the kitchen, Titus Zane placed a cup of warm milk in front of Nathan Moore, "Your milk."

One arm wrapped in front, the other stroking his chin, Nathan Moore crossed his legs elegantly.

"Drink it."

"What?" Just as he put down the milk cup and hadn’t gotten up, Titus Zane bent over towards Nathan Moore.

Because he rushed out, his open jacket revealed a loose home knitted shirt underneath, with a basin-shaped neckline, and as he bent forward, all the beautiful things inside were displayed before the man.

Nathan Moore...

His dark eyes tightened, emotions deepening within, yet he still said, "Drink the milk."

Titus Zane...

Felt like he was being watched by an elder while eating.

Just then feeling a bit thirsty, he picked up the milk cup, raised his face, and drank down the full cup of milk, placing the empty cup back in front of Nathan Moore.

"Is that okay now!" His tone was unhappy, carrying a clear note of grievance.

Just as he was about to turn back and sit down on the sofa, the leisurely sitting man spoke again.

"Go brush your teeth."

Titus Zane...

"Nathan Moore, I’m not your daughter! I’m older than you!"

The man who was originally looking up, his dark eyes landed on Titus Zane’s chest, implying something as he said, "Hmm, you are older."