Perhaps because he had always been troubled, as soon as Wesley Foley spoke, Titus Zane's nerves tensed up abruptly.
Even the hand that was holding the signing pen involuntarily tightened.
He stared fixedly at Wesley Foley, afraid to miss any expression or words.
Then he heard Wesley Foley continue, "Didn't I tell you last night, when no one is around, don't call me president."
"Then...what should I call you?" Titus Zane's thoughts were still stuck in his previous shock, as he spoke, his voice trembling, along with his expression at the moment.
Wesley Foley raised his hand and came over, his slender fingers pinched Titus Zane's nose and twisted it, smiling, "Forgetful, that warrants a punishment."
Then he let go and casually picked up the half-finished piece Titus Zane had just doodled on.
Titus Zane...
Was she...being flirted with?
Or... should it be considered an unwritten rule?
