Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 111 - 110: Who Needs Dignity When You Still Have to Wash

The standard answer to him is:

"Who is he? What’s it got to do with me? Why should I care about him?"

South Grant’s response was very standard, his tone calm and devoid of any emotion.

However, Nathan Foster wasn’t ready to let her off so easily. He looked at her and asked:

"I heard that two months ago at the spring outing, you stole a kiss from him while he was drunk."

"..." South Grant had indeed done that, and Felicity Grant had witnessed it firsthand, even brought it up embarrassingly at the previous celebration at the Lynch Family’s party, "Rumor, that’s absolutely a rumor. How could I do something so beneath me."

South Grant replied according to the principle of holding onto honor over face.

What is face, anyway? Wash it clean if you don’t need it.

"The boy in your diary, cleansed by sunshine, pure and clear, who makes your heart yearn, what’s that about?" Nathan Foster looked at her with an expression of watching her make things up.

South Grant gulped.

Thinking, ’Heaven may forgive sins, but self-inflicted ones cannot be lived through.’

Why even bother writing a diary out of nowhere!

"It’s a normal reaction for people, isn’t it? It’s the time when love blossoms, surely we’ll be attracted by high-value appearances, Chester Lynch is a campus heartthrob at our school, my admiration for him is just normal."

After saying this, South Grant felt the temperature around her drop a few degrees, and continued speaking very calmly:

"But that’s all in the past. After seeing you, Uncle, I realized I was just a frog in the well before. Compared to your looks, Uncle, Chester Lynch is nothing."

Yes, that’s right, exactly like that.

This was the real standard answer.

After saying this, South Grant anxiously glanced at Nathan Foster.

Seeing his unreadable expression, South Grant couldn’t guess what he was thinking.

She silently griped in her heart, ’If it weren’t for you saving me, I wouldn’t waste time placating you, you irritable dog.’

"Stay away from Chester Lynch in the future." Nathan Foster glanced at her, reminding her.

South Grant knew the alert was off when she heard Nathan Foster say this.

Just as she was about to continue praising Nathan Foster, she heard the voice of the orderly.

"Sir, young master Chester Lynch from the Lynch Family is here."

South Grant: "..."

Isn’t living good?

Why come to make trouble at this time?

"Tell him I’m busy and have no time to spare." South Grant spoke before Nathan Foster.

Nathan Foster stood up and said to South Grant:

"Go freshen up, I’ll take you to the hospital later, let me meet him."

Of course, South Grant knew that the "him" Nathan Foster referred to was Chester Lynch and had no objections at this moment.

Nathan Foster had the orderly bring Chester Lynch to his study, and after Chester Lynch came in and glanced around, Nathan Foster said:

"So early, is there something you need?"

"Mr. Foster, I heard from the butler that you were the one who sent me back yesterday. I just went to the Grant Family and they said South hasn’t gone back during this time, she’s been staying here with you. South also came back with you last night, right? How is she?" Chester Lynch asked politely.

Nathan Foster looked at Chester Lynch, the red streaks in his eyes hadn’t faded, showing just how potent the medicine was yesterday.

And now, he must be quite uncomfortable as the medicine wears off, yet he’s still looking for South Grant.

The concern and urgency in his eyes were evident.