When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 74

**Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**

**Chapter 74**

Before long, Lena knocked again and entered the room, her expression slightly anxious.

“Mr. Goodman, it’s Mr. Lewis on the line. He just called and is eager to see you,” she informed him, her voice steady but laced with urgency.

Titus, who was not one to easily entertain visitors, especially when his mood was darkened by the weight of the day, felt a flicker of annoyance at the interruption.

Yet, as he fixed his gaze on the phone lying silently on the coffee table, a sudden curiosity overcame him. “Where?” he inquired, his tone betraying a hint of interest.

“At the Heart’s Delight Club,” Lena replied, her eyes brightening at the prospect of the outing.

With a resigned sigh, Titus rose from his seat and moved towards the door. Lena stepped aside, her voice softening as she added, “Paul’s out, taking Ms. Jensen to the airport. Mr. Goodman, allow me the pleasure of driving you.”

Titus didn’t respond verbally, but the slight nod of his head was enough for Lena to break into a small, victorious grin.

Typically, whenever Lena accompanied Titus on business trips, Paul was always in tow. But tonight, for the first time, it was just the two of them.

Upon arriving at the club, the atmosphere buzzed with energy. Morris and his entourage were already deep into their drinks, their faces lighting up with excitement as soon as they caught sight of Titus entering.

“Mr. Goodman! We genuinely thought you were too important for us and wouldn’t grace us with your presence! Come, take a seat!” Morris called out, his wide grin revealing a hint of mischief.

Titus offered a half-hearted smile in return, his voice smooth but edged with sarcasm. “How could I possibly refuse such a warm invitation from you, Mr. Lewis?”

Morris laughed heartily, waving at the staff with an air of authority. “Let’s pop open some top-shelf stuff!” he declared, his enthusiasm infectious.

“Mr. Goodman, would you like me to find you some company tonight? Don’t fret; I only choose the finest,” Morris suggested, his eyes glinting with playful intent.

Titus cast a casual glance towards the cluster of women lingering at the table. His disinterest was palpable, but he understood the necessity of maintaining appearances.

With a dismissive gesture, he pointed at a girl who was blushing fiercely, practically glowing as she slid into the seat beside him.

“Hello, Mr. Goodman,” she whispered, her voice barely above a murmur, laced with shyness.

Titus didn’t bother to look her way; instead, he spoke in a flat, disinterested tone, “Pour me a drink.”

“Yes, Mr. Goodman,” she replied, her cheeks flushed, a hint of excitement flickering in her eyes.

In that moment, it was clear to him that none of the other high rollers in the room could even begin to compare to him. Not even the club’s star male model could hold a candle to his presence.

Lena, however, wore a frown, her instincts sharpening as she stayed close to Titus. With Paul absent, she knew she had to be vigilant.

Every woman in the vicinity seemed entranced by Titus, their eyes glued to him.

She couldn’t afford to let her guard down; the stakes were too high.

“Mr. Goodman, regarding that deal we discussed earlier, could you possibly toss me a couple of extra points? Just two. I promise I won’t ask for more,” Morris implored, his tone shifting to one of earnestness.

Titus lifted his gaze, swirling the drink in his glass, his expression completely unflinching.

“The Goodman Group doesn’t alter a signed contract, Mr. Lewis. If you wish to withdraw, that’s entirely your choice. I won’t make a fuss about it,” he replied, his voice steady and devoid of emotion.

For a fleeting moment, Morris’s face tightened, but he quickly masked it with an awkward laugh, waving his hand dismissively.

“Come on, you know I’m just joking, Mr. Goodman. Let’s drink and put any hard feelings aside,” he suggested, attempting to ease the tension.

Titus remained stoic, downing drink after drink in silence, his expression inscrutable.

“Mr. Goodman, would you like another?” the girl asked, her voice tentative.

At last, Titus turned his gaze towards her, his tone dropping to a chilling calmness. “How old are you?”

The girl, clearly taken aback, stammered, “I’m twenty.”

Titus held her gaze for a long moment before finally asking, “Do you need money?”

The girl’s expression shifted, her face paling at the question. After a brief hesitation, she nodded, her eyes wide.

In her mind, she had always envisioned that after a question like that, the man would whisk her away, showering her with cash, just like in the TV dramas and those steamy web novels she often indulged in.

But to her surprise, Titus remained silent, as if the inquiry had been merely a passing thought, devoid of any ulterior motive.

After finishing his last drink, Titus set the glass down with a definitive thud, signaling that he was done for the night.

He had consumed six or seven glasses—more than his usual limit—but tonight felt different; he was simply out of sorts.

Loosening his tie, he sank into the couch, letting his eyes drift shut. All he could envision was that soft, elusive face that haunted him.

Every time he attempted to clear his mind, the image only etched itself deeper into his thoughts.

The girl beside him was completely captivated by his handsome features, yearning to inch closer.

Lena’s face went pale as she sensed the shift in the atmosphere. Just as she was about to speak, Titus’s eyes snapped open, dark and piercing, as he cast a chilling glance at the girl.

She instantly stiffened, panic evident on her face, lowering her gaze, unable to meet his intense stare.

Titus broke the eye contact and rose from his seat.

“Mr. Goodman?” the girl called out, her voice trembling.

“It’s late, and I have work tomorrow. I’m leaving first. Enjoy yourselves; tonight’s on me,” Titus stated, his tone final.

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