Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 76 - 75: Raised from Childhood

So, is this you refusing to let yourself off the hook?

"Tell me, what exactly do you want?"

"One, I continue what should have been done that night right now. Two, stay by my side until I have investigated everything. By then, if you want to stay and continue what happened that night, I will shed the Foster Family identity and give you a rightful place. If you want to leave, I won’t make it difficult." Nathan looked into South Grant’s eyes, his tone incredibly solemn.

South Grant glanced at Nathan’s dark eyes, her heart skipped a few beats.

She wanted to know about Stella Foster’s disappearance, wanted to understand many things she hadn’t figured out in her previous life. Only by staying with Nathan could she find the answers.

This was her original plan.

"Do you mean it?" South Grant was a bit uneasy.

"Of course." Nathan assured her.

"Alright," South Grant agreed.

"Staying by my side means, apart from being at school, you must be with me the rest of the time, including—at night." Nathan’s eyes lifted slightly at the corners, making his presence inexplicably imposing.

"..." South Grant internally collapsed at the word ’night’, "Why?"

"I’ve taken a liking to you." At this moment, Nathan raised the car window.

South Grant: "..."

Today’s shocks came one after another, leaving her utterly charred inside and out.

"You’re the first one I’ve seen who undressed so freely in front of me." Nathan’s lips curved slightly.

South Grant: "..."

As the night fell, and it grew darker outside, South Grant finally understood.

So everything he’s done these days, it’s all because of this reason!

Not agreeing?

The consequence of not agreeing is to continue what happened that night, right now. She had no doubt about Nathan’s capability to follow through.

"Living and eating together with you, being seen by others, isn’t this a bit inappropriate..." South Grant tried to negotiate.

"Staying at the military base, no one will know." Nathan didn’t mind.

"..." Alright, he dug the trap perfectly, just waiting for her to fall right in.

Luckily, a good thing about Nathan is he keeps his word. If he said that after the investigation, she’d be free to stay or leave, he definitely wouldn’t go back on it.

Nathan started the car and continued driving towards the military district.

South Grant’s mind was still dazed.

Nathan, driving, caught a glimpse of dazed South Grant in the passenger seat, his thoughts inscrutable.

Vincent suggested thinking of a way to make her stay.

Now, he had made her stay.

Nathan vividly remembered the murderous intent in that alter ego’s eyes in the early morning.

That kind of gaze was familiar.

The hatred in those eyes was evident.

His intuition told Nathan that South Grant definitely had some secrets, especially concerning him.

By the time they reached the military base, it was completely dark.

South Grant hadn’t eaten since noon, so Nathan had someone bring over dinner.

After dinner, Ivan Keller delivered a package of items.

"These are everyday essentials you’ll need while living here, including pajamas and regular clothes."

South Grant opened it, finding it filled with brand-new clothes, from pajamas to undergarments.

Even several sizes and types of sanitary pads were prepared, for day and night use.

Moved to tears, South Grant realized he was serious!

She had a question in her heart. While Nathan was tutoring her that evening, South Grant couldn’t help but ask.

"I want to ask a question."

"Ask," Nathan assumed it was about homework.

"I remember you said before you weren’t interested in ’airfields’", so why the sudden change of heart?"

Nathan looked at her. During the whole tutoring session, she had been distracted—turns out she was pondering this.

Setting down his pen, Nathan gazed at her, unavoidably meeting her eyes over the flat expanse.

"I like the sensation of raising something from a young age." Nathan slowly replied.

"Huh?" South Grant blinked in confusion, then understood as she met Nathan’s gaze!

Raising from a young age!

That’s some ’raising from a young age’!

You’re being suggestive again!