Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 105 - 104: I’ll Marry You

In Chester Lynch’s eyes, there was a clear mix of desire and restraint at this moment.

"I will take responsibility for you."

"..." Responsible, my ass!

He seemed to be on the edge of reason, his bloodshot eyes indicating he could lose control and become animalistic at any moment.

Just as he couldn’t hold back any longer and leaned in to kiss him, South Grant turned his head away and loudly cursed:

"Chester Lynch, I’m a man, what the hell are you taking responsibility for!"

After shouting, South Grant felt a sharp pain on his neck.

As he turned his face aside, Chester’s burning lips landed on South’s neck.

At this moment, Chester Lynch was like a man who had walked through the desert for three days and nights, finally finding a spring, greedily absorbing the life-saving water.

Fragrant, soft, sweet.

How could he possibly stop?

South Grant gasped from his suction, only able to raise his leg to kick him.

Chester Lynch then pressed her legs between him and the wall ahead of time, leaving South Grant truly helpless and futile in calling for help.

"Chester Lynch, be rational, look carefully, I’m a man!" South Grant attempted to awaken Chester Lynch’s rationality.

Chester Lynch looked up then, his eyes showing no less desire as he gazed at South Grant.

"I already know." His hoarse voice was like that of a beast waiting to devour her at a moment’s notice.

South Grant looked at him, not understanding what he meant now.

"Since leaving the police station, I’ve been investigating this matter. I saw you myself buying sanitary pads, the nighttime kind with wings." Chester Lynch trapped South Grant between him and the wall, his voice terribly hoarse.

South Grant: "..."

Seeing him lower his head again to kiss, South Grant angrily shouted:

"Chester Lynch, did I agree for you to take responsibility? I came here to save you, and you damn well want to sleep with me!"

Now wasn’t the time to argue about gender with him.

Whether male or female, it made little difference to Chester Lynch at this moment.

Seeing the struggle in Chester Lynch’s eyes, South Grant steeled his heart and continued:

"Yes, I’m injured now and can’t stop you. But do you know what the consequences of continuing are? Soon there will be people leading guests from upstairs over for a surprise attack. I can’t keep my identity hidden, and I’ll face getting kicked out of The Grant Family, and the shares my dad left will be completely taken over by those two ambitious uncles."

Chester Lynch, using his remaining reason, thought and knew what South Grant said would definitely happen.

"I’ll marry you!" Chester Lynch’s words were spoken with firm conviction.

South Grant looked at him, and when he said those three words, her emotions were very complicated.

Ruining her purity, he would see it as a responsibility forced upon him.

"Marry me? Do you know how The Lynch Family views me? They see me as someone deliberately seducing you, and by then, the elders of The Lynch Family could crush me with a flick of their fingers. What will you use to marry me?" South Grant spoke the truth; The Lynch Family’s house rules were stricter.

South Grant observed the veins bulging on Chester Lynch’s forehead and the back of his hand, visibly tense, and she swallowed hard, trying to persuade Chester Lynch.

"If you really want to marry me, it should be done in a normal, rational state, not as some obligatory act. Have you considered what position this leaves me in?"

After finishing, South Grant watched Chester Lynch’s face contorted in pain, struggling bitterly.