Jon shook his head, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, appearing pensive.
"No, he cares about you a lot, he wouldn't lie to you."
"What did you say?" Titus Zane thought he heard wrong. Nathan Moore cared about her?
That's a big joke. In the past, he couldn't wait to see her dead to feel relieved; every time, he tortured her severely.
"Can't you see it?" Jon asked, his expression serious, not looking like he was joking.
"I can't see it!"
Titus Zane tugged at the blanket and turned over, clearly unwilling to continue this topic.
In the master bedroom on the third floor, Ariana Evans sat in front of the vanity mirror, applying skincare lotion, before getting up and heading to the bed.
Just as she sat down at the bed, Julian Zane spoke.
"Call Titus more often in the future, and come back to stay more when you have time."
Ariana Evans paused in applying her skincare lotion, looking at her husband as if he were an alien, then suddenly chuckled lightly.
