Titus Zane suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking up at Nathan Moore, "Do you think, if we have a baby, grandfather wouldn't oppose us anymore?"
Nathan Moore took another drag of his cigarette, glancing at the woman nestled in his arm, and as he exhaled, he said, "Maybe,"
Titus Zane heard a sigh, and in the opposing gaze, Nathan Moore's eyes became serious, "But I'd rather he accept me from the bottom of his heart, not because we have a baby."
Their gaze locked tightly on each other; both of them were clearly aware that the biggest reason for the grandfather's opposition was not only the pain Nathan Moore had caused her before but also because of their special relationship.
In the past, Titus Zane craved familial affection, but now, she suddenly selfishly realized that sometimes familial affection can also be a burden.
Puffing her cheeks, Titus Zane turned and draped her arms around Nathan Moore's neck, burying her face in his neck, acting coquettishly.
