Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride
Chapter 203 - 199, Small Actions Under the Dining Table

Chapter 203: 199, Small Actions Under the Dining Table

, Helpless, Titus Zane picked up the chopsticks to help him pick up the food and put it on his plate, and called out to the kitchen, "Auntie, bring a soup spoon over."

Nathan Moore scoffed coldly, his distinctively jointed fingers picked up the chopsticks and stretched towards the plate of Kung Pao chicken, picking up a small piece into his mouth, his behavior and expression both showing disdain.

"No need, honey, I can use chopsticks." Jon hurriedly intervened, smiling wryly, facing his love rival, how could he appear so foolish.

Crown Noble, rather hanging a sword and personally going to the battlefield than living a life of compromise and deceit.

"You?" A faint word, filled with distrust.

Jon nodded vigorously and grabbed Titus Zane’s hand placing it on his chest, looking at her seriously, "I can do it, trust me."

"Auntie, no need for the soup spoon." Titus Zane instructed the kitchen, Julian looked over with a glance, his face still displeased by the words of Nathan Moore.

Ariana Evans picked up chopsticks and served Olivia Zane, shaking her head helplessly with a smile.

Titus Zane discovered, one should never trust a man’s promises, especially attractive foreign men.

"Honey, that, that looks very good, could you help me get some, honey, this also looks delicious..." Throughout the meal, Titus Zane acted as Jon’s "guide chef," helping him pick this and that, wherever Jon pointed, Titus Zane’s chopsticks had to stretch towards that dish, clearly showing impatience.

If you can’t use chopsticks, eat less, but this Jon happens to be a food lover.

Today’s meal is more than double the usual because he’s a foreigner, so Julian opened a bottle of red wine to entertain him, pleased, Jon promised to bring an authentic red wine from his country as a gift for Julian on his next visit.

Sitting opposite them, Olivia Zane was also continuously helping Nathan Moore with the dishes, unlike Titus Zane, one was voluntary and joyful, the other reluctant but had no choice.

"Honey, that bean looks very tasty." Seeing Nathan Moore only picking peanuts from the Kung Pao chicken, Jon wanted to try too, but his chopsticks struggled even to pick regular vegetables, let alone that bean.

Annoyed, Titus Zane glanced at Jon and muttered disdainfully, "Such a hassle!" and just ate the vegetables in front of her.

Just as she picked up a peanut with chopsticks, her figure swayed, and Titus Zane cried out in alarm, the peanut also flew out.

"What’s wrong?" Ariana Evans asked.

Everyone at the table looked over, only the instigator continued eating leisurely, his lips curved slightly.

"Ah, no, it’s nothing," Titus Zane explained with a laugh, glaring fiercely at a certain man, "I think I just strained my back."

Everyone...

Looked at each other, straining your back while picking vegetables?

Knowing this excuse was unreliable, Titus Zane could only brace herself.

Otherwise, how could she explain?

They don’t have pets at home, and she couldn’t say that some animal jumped up and bumped her, could she honestly say it was Nathan Moore kicking her under the table?

Everyone continued eating, and Titus Zane felt a tickling on her foot, as if something was falling on it starting to crawl up along her shoe towards her leg, and it was slowly moving towards the closet, brushing up and down on her calf...

That feeling was somewhat familiar, like...

Titus Zane suddenly sat upright, her eyes widening.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Her mother, Ariana Evans, turned to look at her.

"No," Titus Zane laughed, the smile looking very awkward, "I just remembered something, I think I forgot to turn off the tap in the hotel room when I came out..."

"Oh, the service staff will notice when cleaning the room."

Ariana Evans looked down continuing to eat, across, Nathan Moore seemed to be in a great mood, even his slim lips were curling up.

The foot without the shoe again brushed briskly on Titus Zane’s calf.