As soon as the car door was closed, Nathan Moore's voice rang out again. He turned his handsome face to look at Titus Zane with his usual domineering and assertive manner.
"Fasten your seatbelt!"
Titus Zane glanced at him without saying anything, lifted his hand to pull and fasten the seatbelt, but the expression on his small face showed an unclear mix of displeasure and resignation.
Only then did Nathan Moore let it go, and the SUV slowly started, merging into the night.
The journey was largely silent, Nathan Moore focused on driving, his dark eyes always fixed on the road ahead.
Titus Zane rested his elbow on the car door handle with the back of his hand propping his temple, his slightly squinted eyes giving off a dreamy expression.
He had never dared to imagine that Nathan Moore would take the initiative to give him a ride.
Half an hour later, the SUV left the villa area where Nathan Moore lived, which was a quiet location far from the city center.
