Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 110 - 109: Is Your Chrysanthemum Still Intact?
South Grant listened to Nathan Foster’s response and couldn’t help but swallow.
The tone wasn’t great, it didn’t seem like a pleasant memory.
Suddenly, a lightbulb went off.
South Grant thought of a possibility.
Chester Lynch was drugged yesterday, Foster came to the rescue, and now Foster is here, looking frustrated, saying he got bitten by a dog.
Could it be...
Chester Lynch gave his first time to Foster?
South Grant’s imagination was too vivid; images of Chester Lynch and Foster immediately flooded his mind...
Ahem, the picture was slightly pixelated.
Seeing Foster’s frustrated expression, could it be that he suffered the loss last night?
If that’s the case, he sacrificed too much to save me!
Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, who was deep in thought, sitting on the sofa with his arm casually draped behind him.
"Tell me, what happened last night."
South Grant snapped back to reality, looking at Nathan Foster’s interrogative expression, he approached him obsequiously, apologetically saying:
"Well... thanks for saving me from disaster last night. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone, I’ll keep it to myself forever."
South Grant was practically swearing on a lightbulb.
Nathan Foster gave her a glance, "Disaster? What are you trying to say?"
South Grant was curious, who took whose first time?
Seeing Nathan Foster’s demeanor, he decided to ask: "What’s that poem, oh right: ’Sing freely in the daylight, is your chrysanthemum still intact?’"
Nathan Foster: "..."
The next moment, South Grant got smacked on the back of her head.
She was slapped onto the sofa by Nathan Foster, barely rubbing her head as she got up, only to be pinned down again, with her whole body controlled on the sofa.
Nathan Foster’s eyes flashed a dangerous light, "You think something happened between Chester Lynch and me?"
South Grant looked at Nathan Foster’s expression and realized she had misunderstood.
"Then what’s with your mouth?" South Grant was very curious.
"You don’t remember?" Nathan Foster’s eyes slightly narrowed.
"What? What?"
At this moment, Nathan Foster looked down at her, his voice cold:
"Last night, after I brought you home, in the middle of the night, you suddenly went crazy and pounced on me, this injury is from you biting me in frustration, remember now?"
South Grant: "..."
"If I didn’t see your injured hand, with you still not fully grown, I wouldn’t have held back last night and dealt with you!"
South Grant: "..."
"Remember, you owe me one again." Nathan Foster said, finally letting her go.
"I don’t believe you!" South Grant didn’t believe a word.
Even sleepwalking, she could tell the difference between a person and a dog.
"If you don’t believe it, we can relive it." Nathan Foster said nonchalantly.
"..." Better not.
Afraid he’d bring it up again, South Grant changed the subject.
"How did you find me last night?"
"Surveillance," Nathan Foster said simply.
"Oh."
But the truth is the club’s surveillance was broken, the reason Nathan Foster was able to find her was because there was a tracker on her phone.
After the incident at the police station last time, Nathan Foster installed a tracker on her phone without her knowing.
Suddenly, South Grant thought of Nathan Foster taking her home, where was Chester Lynch?
"Where’s Chester Lynch, how is he?" Thinking of him cutting his palm last night, South Grant had mixed emotions.
"You care about him?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow slightly.
South Grant looked at his expression, recalling how in her past life, any contact with another man would make him act like a jealous dog.
South Grant thought, this is a life-or-death question.
