Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster-Chapter 94 - 93: Those Close to Foster Turn Pitch Black
After the fall that day, unlike the others who blindly accused her, Wendy Lynch stood up for her in the end. South Grant knew she was a kind-hearted girl.
Now, seeing her worry about the scar on her forehead, South Grant gently brushed aside her bangs, looking at the scar.
"I’ve suddenly realized something."
Wendy blinked and looked at South Grant.
Seeing Wendy’s curious expression, South Grant couldn’t help but smile gently and said:
"The shape of this scar looks a bit like a crescent moon. Its light color, paired with your eyes, appears like the entire night sky before me, glittering with starlight."
Wendy was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed.
Since the injury, every time she looked in the mirror, she felt inferior. The servants at home would show pity when they saw the scar on her forehead.
Her mother would sigh each time, and Wendy had always been very self-conscious because of the scar.
Now, South Grant’s words felt like a warm current flowing through her heart.
They drove away all her insecurities, and confidence seemed to return to her.
Chester Lynch had been observing South Grant. From the moment Wendy went to South Grant’s side, Chester Lynch had noticed.
He wanted to follow her but was delayed for a moment by meeting a familiar face and exchanging greetings.
By the time he looked over again, he saw South Grant gently brushing aside Wendy’s bangs, with a soft smile on his face, unaware of what he was saying.
And Wendy, her face was thoroughly flushed with embarrassment.
For some reason, Chester Lynch felt a strange sensation in his heart.
He strode over and casually said to Wendy:
"Wendy, I just saw your friend Sylvia. Didn’t you say yesterday you had something to discuss with her? It’s a coincidence—I have something to talk about with South."
Wendy didn’t want to leave now, but since Chester Lynch had said that, she felt too embarrassed to stay with South Grant.
Soon, Wendy reluctantly said goodbye to South Grant.
After Wendy left, Chester Lynch glanced at South Grant’s arm.
"Is your arm feeling better?"
"Much better." South Grant thought of Chester Lynch saying he wanted to talk earlier and looked up at him, "What did you want to talk about?"
"Nothing much, just wanted to ask which university you’re planning to apply to."
"Ardenne University, I guess. I’m not sure if I can get in." South Grant spoke truthfully, as there was still a certain gap at the moment.
As Chester Lynch and South Grant were talking, a sharp female voice suddenly sounded in their ears.
"Oh, I saw from afar a dog lying around this place. I wondered how a place of this caliber would have a dog. Out of curiosity, I came over and saw it was you."
At this moment, both South Grant and Chester Lynch looked up. The moment South Grant saw her, her brow furrowed slightly.
This woman seemed familiar, but South Grant couldn’t recall where they had met.
This woman mocked her like this, so there must be some grudge between them, although South Grant couldn’t recall any such incident.
At this moment, a man walked over to the woman. The moment South Grant saw him, she realized who these two were!
It’s a small world after all!
You wouldn’t walk the path to heaven, but insisted on barging into hell, ready to get your face slapped.
Now, South Grant wasn’t just any ordinary individual.
You become red by being near vermilion, black by being near ink, and utterly dark by staying close to Foster.
Hearing the woman’s words, Chester Lynch couldn’t help but frown, "South, do you know her?"
