Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 91 - 90: Are You Blind?

Vincent watched South Grant turn around and cover Nathan Foster’s mouth, suddenly understanding something.

"Oh~~~"

Listening to his flamboyant trailing tone, South Grant knew that he wasn’t imagining anything good.

Nathan Foster, with South Grant’s hand over his mouth, looked at her from such a close distance. The sunlight just happened to shine on her cheeks, making her skin seem almost transparent, glistening like jade.

As South Grant turned her face, she saw Nathan Foster staring at her.

South Grant felt Nathan Foster’s lips unusually warm at that moment, as if they were burning her palm.

She discreetly released her hand, suppressing that strange feeling in her heart.

At that moment, South Grant’s phone rang.

Using the call as an excuse, she moved aside with her phone.

After she stepped aside, Vincent approached Nathan Foster.

"Lynn, you really didn’t know her before?" Vincent was curious.

"I didn’t know her." Nathan Foster confirmed, stating that his connection with South Grant began the night Captain S handed him the USB drive.

"That’s strange. Her look was very off just now." Vincent stroked his chin thoughtfully, watching South Grant speaking on the phone in the distance.

"What was off?" Nathan Foster frowned.

"The look she gave you had a story to it. That’s not intuition; it’s my profession." As a psychologist, Vincent could naturally tell what certain looks meant.

Nathan Foster glanced at him. He had never met South Grant before, so how could there be a story?

In his view, Vincent was just probing to satisfy his own curiosity.

"Hmm, if she becomes more proactive in a couple of years, not only will we have a story, but also kids." Nathan Foster couldn’t help but tease him.

"..." Vincent looked at Nathan Foster speechlessly, "I’m telling you, if you keep being so venomous, you’ll never find a wife."

"You don’t need to worry about that."

They were chatting when South Grant came over, and then she said to Nathan Foster:

"I have to attend a soirée tonight, so I won’t be returning to the military base." Not knowing when the soirée would end, she decided to take the day off.

"What soirée?"

"Shawn Grant just called. Today is the 45th anniversary of Grant Group, and the celebration will be held at the International Hall." South Grant explained.

No one had informed her about the Grant Group’s anniversary celebration.

Shawn Grant only told her because of the shares she gave him.

Seeing South Grant’s expression, Nathan Foster knew that tonight was bound to be anything but calm.

At this moment, he asked South Grant: "Do you need me to make any arrangements?"

"No, this is my battlefield." South Grant said calmly.

Then she looked up at Nathan Foster’s displeased face, thinking, this guy always has this problem.

His need for control is so strong, now he always feels that if she’s by his side, she belongs to him.

South Grant, unwilling to argue, simply said:

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? These small fries aren’t worth your effort."

South Grant was just finding an excuse to say something casually, but she clearly noticed the displeasure fade from Nathan Foster’s face.

She couldn’t help but think to herself, Foster’s temper is surprisingly easy to smooth over.

"Ivan Keller will be outside the venue. After the soirée, have him drive you back."

By saying this, Nathan Foster was implying that he wasn’t allowing her to spend the night out.

For crying out loud, she had no personal freedom!

Vincent, standing beside them, couldn’t help but quip:

"Could you two consider the lonely elderly here when showing off your affection?"

South Grant: "..."

Are you blind? Which eye of yours saw us showing affection?

And besides, what kind of lonely old man are you?