Chapter 580: Chapter 580

A meal concluded amidst Titus Zane’s entanglement.

Alder Locke was always poised and natural, not showing any embarrassment from Abigail Zimmerman catching their intimate interaction.

After dinner, Titus Zane returned to her room. Alder Locke knew well how to curry favor with the old man, and actively offered to accompany him in a game of chess.

After helping to clean up the kitchen, Abigail Zimmerman also ascended the stairs, came to the door of Titus Zane’s room, lightly knocked, and then pushed the door open to enter.

Seeing Titus Zane hugging her knees and curled up on the bed, Abigail Zimmerman walked over, sat next to her, and asked with concern. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by novel•fire.net

"Titus, what’s wrong, is there something troubling you?"

Titus Zane lifted her head, her expression despondent, "Aunt Abigail, Alder Locke and I are not what you think we are."

Abigail Zimmerman was taken aback briefly, mistaking her niece’s shyness for reticence, placing her hand on her shoulder with a smile, "I thought it was something serious, it’s just this that’s got you down. Don’t worry, I didn’t see anything, and I won’t tell your Uncle."

"Aunt Abigail, I don’t like Alder Locke," her own feelings being misunderstood, Titus Zane grew even more anxious, "I only like Nathan Moore."

This time, Abigail Zimmerman truly froze. Just a moment ago, she was happily discussing the matter with the old man, only to realize now that she had made a complete misjudgment.

However, it seemed they got along quite well on the surface, and his niece didn’t appear to dislike Alder Locke.

Gently stroking Titus Zane’s back, Abigail Zimmerman patiently advised her, "Titus, actually Alder is quite a good kid. He looks idle all day, but I heard he’s made quite a few investments. Although he doesn’t seem to have any business right now, the kid is clever. I believe if he starts his own company, he will surely do well."

Titus Zane felt helpless, it didn’t matter to her whether Alder Locke started a company or had any abilities.

"Aunt Abigail, it doesn’t matter whether he is capable or not, I just don’t like him."

"Titus, Alder Locke is not inferior to Nathan Moore. I know matters of the heart can’t be forced, but there’s your grandfather to consider!" Abigail mentioned, letting out a sigh, "Never mind, it’s useless to say anything now. If you don’t like Alder Locke, then don’t get too close to him in the future, to avoid further misunderstandings about you and Nathan Moore."

After speaking, Abigail Zimmerman got up to leave the room. Watching her aunt’s retreating figure, Titus Zane felt that in this family, only her Aunt Abigail truly felt for her.

In the living room, Alder Locke kept Samuel Zane company playing chess, merely relying on his agile mind and knowledge of the game, having never actually played before.

"Grandpa Zane, I’ve been staying here for a few days. With New Year’s approaching, I plan on taking Titus back to meet the parents."

Samuel Zane moved a pawn forward, "Titus is very stubborn, it might be best to wait a bit longer."

"Grandpa Zane, I think I could first take her to travel around as young people do, without any generation gap, and then circle back to Banyan City, to take her home to meet the parents," Alder Locke proposed his plan while casually making a chess move.

Playing chess with the old master was purely for his pleasure, as winning or losing was of no consequence.

"Hmm, if Titus is willing, then go ahead and take her with you."

In her room, Titus Zane brooded for a while, then took out her cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Nathan Moore.

...What are you doing?

At the hotel, Nathan Moore was leaning over the bed with his laptop, engrossed in work, his cell phone by his side. Hearing the vibration, he quickly stopped what he was doing and grabbed the phone.

Seeing a message from Titus Zane, his thin lips involuntarily curved upwards as he typed a reply.

Staring at the words on the touch screen, Titus Zane hesitated for a moment, then sent another message.

...I want to go home, I don’t like staying here, when will you come to get me?