Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 426: Chapter 425: If You Don’t Speak, I’ll Get Naughty

This has never happened before; no matter what happened, Nathan Foster had never left South Grant alone.

South Grant was stunned at this moment.

It wasn’t because Nathan Foster said he was transferring all his assets under his name, but because of Nathan’s silent turn and departure.

She didn’t do anything wrong, even if she sold her shares to Chester Lynch, it was a legitimate transaction, nothing unspeakable was done, so why was Nathan showing such an expression?

A man’s heart is like a needle at the bottom of the ocean, really impossible to understand.

Seeing that Nathan Foster was in a fit of anger, South Grant didn’t know what to say, so she simply sat downstairs, scrolling through Weibo, letting Nathan cool down a bit.

After a while, South Grant went upstairs. When she went up, the room was dimly lit, Nathan Foster had finished washing up and seemed to be asleep.

South Grant quietly entered the bathroom, removed her makeup, quickly washed up, and changed into pajamas before going out.

She knew Nathan definitely wasn’t asleep; he was sulking just now, how could he fall asleep so quickly?

South Grant lay on the other side of the bed and slowly moved closer to Nathan Foster.

She reached out and hugged him from behind, pressed her face against his back, and feeling the scorching heat, South Grant softly acted coyly towards him.

"I’ll go buy back the shares from him tomorrow. Don’t be angry. I didn’t have the money at the time, so I had no choice but to sell the shares I held. Whether Chester bought them or someone else did, it’s all the same to me. They’re the buyers, I’m the seller."

After South Grant finished speaking, seeing that Nathan Foster still ignored her, she remembered what Didi said: if you make your girlfriend angry, there’s only one way—kiss her.

South Grant simply got up slightly, then pressed down on Nathan Foster’s shoulder, swung her leg over to straddle him, so he couldn’t turn his back to her anymore.

"Are you going to talk? If you don’t, I’ll play rogue!" South Grant threatened him.

In the dim light, Nathan Foster’s eyes shone intensely. When South Grant lowered her head, Nathan flipped over, taking the lead, and switched positions with South Grant.

"You think I’m mad at Chester Lynch?"

"Why else would you look like you’re drowning in jealousy? It’s definitely because of Chester, otherwise, where would all that anger come from?"

Nathan Foster looked at her, who still didn’t know what he was angry about, lowered his head directly, and bit her lower lip.

"Ow..." South Grant cried out in pain, trying to push Nathan Foster away.

"Are you a dog!" South Grant couldn’t help but reach her hand to touch, definitely broken skin there.

Nathan Foster held down South Grant’s hand, then lowered his head again.

South Grant originally thought he was going to bite her again, so she hurriedly turned her head to avoid it. Nathan chased after her, and the expected pain didn’t come, only the warmth of his touch and gentle caress.

When Nathan Foster lay against South Grant, breathing somewhat heavily, South Grant’s face was red and ears hot.

"I’m angry because when you faced difficulties, you never thought of me, understand?" Nathan whispered huskily beside her ear.

South Grant was taken aback—Nathan wasn’t jealous?

"At that time..." South Grant wanted to say that back then she hadn’t thought of opening her heart to Nathan, but she feared saying that might make him even angrier.