Chapter 581: Chapter 581
...I want to go home, I don’t like living here, when are you coming to pick me up
She didn’t dare to leave on her own recklessly, worried that her grandfather might make things difficult for Nathan Moore, but she believed in her man’s abilities, trusted that he could resolve any issue.
After a moment’s hesitation, Nathan Moore sent another text message.
...I will visit again tomorrow.
Looking at this message, Titus Zane unconsciously curled his lips into a smile, and his gloomy mood lifted as well.
...I’ll wait for you.
After sending this message, she thought for a bit and added a few more words,
...You go back to work, I won’t disturb you
Nathan Moore quickly replied.
...Good girl, goodnight and added a kissing emoji.
Holding her phone, Titus Zane lay on the bed, scrolling through their WeChat conversation, unwilling to fall asleep.
The next day, Nathan Moore arrived as promised.
This time very formally, dressed in business attire, with a dark blue suit under his business overcoat, a white shirt, and a sapphire blue tie, his short hair neatly styled as well.
Carrying gift boxes in both hands, all of them high-end health care products.
It was precisely because Samuel Zane wanted Nathan Moore to see with his own eyes the man he had chosen for his granddaughter, hoping that it would lead him to give up.
In the living room, Samuel Zane sat alone on a sofa, wearing a dark red traditional Chinese jacket, looking very formal as well.
Alder Locke was seated sideways on the armrest of the sofa Samuel Zane was sitting on, hands crossed over each other, thumbs unconsciously fiddling, showing Nathan Moore his status in Samuel Zane’s heart, in terms of formality.
Abigail Zimmerman was busy preparing tea and fruit, even though there was a housemaid and she didn’t need to do these things personally, but she chose to do so as she didn’t want to get involved, obviously feeling quite awkward about it all. Updates are released by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Titus Zane and Nathan Moore sat on the same couch, maintaining a normal distance between them. Actually, she really wanted to get closer to Nathan Moore, but didn’t dare to be too intimate in front of her grandfather.
"Speak, what are you here for this time?" Samuel Zane spoke first, his hands resting on his cane with an imposing air.
Alder Locke lifted his gaze, glancing over with a sidelong look. Having had confrontations with Nathan Moore before, he found the equally outstanding man an eyesore, especially as a rival in love.
"Grandfather, I am here to take my wife home," Nathan Moore said, bowing slightly, polite yet neither servile nor arrogant.
"I’ve told you, I won’t let my granddaughter marry you," retorted Samuel Zane with firmness, but Nathan Moore just curved his lips slightly, saying, "Grandfather, I’m sorry we couldn’t invite you to our wedding..."
"Hmph! That thing you call a wedding!" Nathan Moore was interrupted before he finished, by Samuel Zane who snorted disdainfully and retorted with sarcasm.
"If I’m not mistaken, you were supposed to marry Olivia Zane back then, how did it turn into a wedding with my granddaughter?"
Samuel Zane unearthing the past seemed not to embarrass Nathan Moore, who looked down with a smile and said, "Yes, originally I was indeed going to marry Olivia Zane, but due to some twists of fate, it was Titus Zane who ended up in the wedding car with me."
Bringing up the past, Nathan Moore turned to look at Titus Zane, who also turned her gaze towards him; like minds they reached out their hands simultaneously, Nathan Moore holding Titus Zane’s hand firmly in his.
As their eyes met, they both smiled warmly, a silent understanding between them that incited jealousy in Alder Locke.
His dark eyes tightened, bite marks visible on both sides of his handsome face.
"Hmph, to claim my granddaughter is your wife just because of a ceremony, that’s laughable!" Samuel Zane scoffed, refusing to recognize it.