Over the phone, Titus Zane spoke vaguely, not openly admitting that it was her grandfather who had people deliberately make things difficult for Nathan, but Nathan rejected the notion without a second thought.
"No need, I can handle it myself." If he needs an old man's help for such a trivial matter, then how could he ever hold his head up in front of the Zane family?
Thinking of her grandfather's promise to stop making trouble as long as she didn't get together with Nathan, Titus Zane did not continue on this topic. Instead, she changed the subject and murmured a question.
"Nathan, have you missed me..."
"Missed,"
The word was light and tender. Titus Zane bit her lip bashfully, her thoughts in disarray on the ride back from the bar, fantasizing how wonderful it would be if Nathan had confessed to her through a song.
"Darling, I miss you so much. I think of you when I wake up, when I eat, even in my dreams..."
