Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 86 - 85: Bent, the Commander Really Is Bent
Today is Friday.
After two more classes in the afternoon, the weekend will begin.
As school ended in the afternoon, South Grant walked out with his backpack, pondering a question.
Schools have holidays, but does Nathan Foster have holidays too?
It wasn’t until he reached the school gate that he realized he was daydreaming.
Nathan Foster would never give him a holiday; he was waiting punctually at the school gate.
But this time it wasn’t Nathan Foster who came to pick him up, it was Ivan Keller.
South Grant hadn’t slept well the previous night and today was filled with lessons from the homeroom teacher, who was very strict with all the students, giving South Grant no chance to nap.
He even watched some excitement at the Grant Group at noon, and was now completely exhausted.
Ivan Keller drove the car ahead while South Grant leaned back in the rear seat and fell asleep.
Instead of driving directly back to the military district, Ivan Keller went to the military hospital to pick up Nathan Foster.
Nathan Foster came out of the hospital and got in the car, only to see South Grant, who was curled up in the car seat, sleeping sweetly.
Thinking about how he’d been staying up late recently and still had to attend school during the day, it was indeed draining his energy.
Nathan Foster originally wanted him to visit Seth Grant, but in this situation, it was out of the question.
He got into the car and then instructed Ivan Keller to drive back to the military district.
Normally, Nathan Foster would take the shortcut home, so Ivan Keller naturally did the same.
The shortcut was a bit bumpy, causing South Grant, who was sound asleep, to frown in his dreams.
Nathan Foster glanced at him and, after a moment of silence, said in a deep voice:
"Who told you to take this road?"
"Chief, don’t you always take this road?" Ivan Keller was puzzled.
"Can’t you see he’s sleeping?" Nathan Foster’s voice was cold and clear.
Ivan Keller: "..."
Where’s this going?
A few days ago they were at each other’s throats, and now he’s protective?
All Ivan Keller could do was obediently take his foot off the gas pedal, slow down, and steer the car off the bumpy road.
As he turned the car around, South Grant swayed with the motion of the vehicle, tilting to one side.
Just as he was about to hit the car window, Nathan Foster reached out and steadied his head.
South Grant’s cheek landed softly in Nathan Foster’s palm.
Nathan Foster felt the soft sensation in his hand, stirring an indescribable feeling within him.
As Ivan Keller drove, he saw Nathan Foster place South Grant’s head on his lap.
Ivan Keller’s hands slipped on the steering wheel, almost causing the car to veer into a nearby tree.
"If you can’t handle it, I’ll find someone else to drive," Nathan Foster said.
Ivan Keller: "..."
Ivan Keller felt wronged, as he’d never seen the chief show such a gentle side; it was almost blinding.
Recently, South Grant had just gotten over that time of the month, and his energy hadn’t fully returned.
By the time they reached the military district, he was still sound asleep.
Nathan Foster bent down and carried him out of the car, and by then, many of Nathan Foster’s subordinates were standing by the vehicle.
Their worldviews were turned upside down.
They exchanged glances with those next to them.
"What’s happening?"
"Why is the chief carrying a boy?"
After confirming with each other, they all understood.
So that’s what kind of chief he is.
A chief with a "special interest"!
Nathan Foster, as if no one else was there, carried South Grant inside, and after he went inside, Nathan Foster’s subordinates surrounded Ivan Keller.
"Keller, what just happened? Who is that person?"
Ivan Keller looked at them as they asked questions, shrugged, and said:
"It’s just as you saw. As for who that person is? He’s the one who shares a bed at the dinner table, and a meal in bed with our chief... no, I mean, who shares meals at the table and beds for sleeping."
Everyone: "..."
They’re bent, their chief is really bent!
