Titus Zane stood up and returned to sit on the bench, glaring at Jon before lighting up a cigarette, complaining, "You should've told me earlier."
If Nathan Moore heard her prohibiting Jon from sleeping in the bed, who knows what he would think.
"I thought you wouldn't mind," Jon said with his sea-green eyes fixed on Titus, emotions swirling within them, hard to understand.
Titus's motion of lighting the cigarette paused again, the lighter already ignited, she looked at Jon with slightly parted lips, revealing her puzzlement.
Suddenly, with a gasp, she threw the lighter in her hand, and the metal lighter made a considerable noise as it hit the floor.
Next door, Nathan Moore's action of getting into bed halted due to Titus's outcry, his hand holding the blanket corner tightened unconsciously, his handsome face grew serious, and his ears perked up alertly, seemingly listening for something.
