Titus Zane knew that the cut on his hand came from breaking a wine glass that night, yet there wasn't the slightest ripple in his heart.
It was his own doing; no one else to blame.
Olivia Zane opened the paper bag, took out the dress inside, and upon seeing the light pink romper, joy was evident on her face.
"Nathan, is this dress a new design from this fashion season?"
"Hmm," Nathan Moore answered indifferently, glancing unconsciously at Titus Zane.
Titus Zane was used to Olivia Zane's childish behavior. When he lived in Nathan Moore's villa, she would always flaunt the gifts Nathan bought her in front of him.
Just like a concubine vying for favor, boasting about who was more cherished.
He picked up a teacup, sipping slowly, his gaze shifting to the side with an air of nonchalance.
"What's that? Show me!" Olivia Zane, having placed the romper aside, pointed at another bag.
