Stretching out her slender fingers, she swiped the touch screen and Titus Zane held the phone to her ear.
"What's up?" Two words, with a rising intonation, perhaps a habit developed by her profession. Whenever she communicated, that voice and the corners of her lips would involuntarily carry a flirtatious emotion.
However, when she was alone in her private space, that emotion would naturally become tranquil and her heart would remain as cold as before.
"Have you… gone to sleep?" Nathan Moore's voice came through the receiver, hesitant and deep. In the quiet night, it was very pleasing to the ear.
Titus Zane …
Helplessly turned her face away—wasn't this asking the obvious? If she were asleep, would she still answer his call?
She turned around and sat up in bed, her fair and slender legs naturally crossed in elegance. She leaned back against the bed, holding the phone to her ear in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other, exuding charm under the dim light.
