Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 454: Chapter 453: Taken Home to Warm the Bed and Bear Children

The implication is that Nathan Foster is even scarier than a ghost.

Nathan Foster smiled and tapped her on the head, then pulled her along as they walked inside.

"What happened to that heartless man in the legend later on?" South Grant was curious about the general’s fate.

"Heartless man?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow at South Grant’s words, "Not necessarily."

"If that’s not a heartless man, then what is? He’s practically the most heartless in history."

"It depends on the perspective of the legend. From a love story point of view, the general indeed failed the princess. However, in his heart, he never wanted such an ending. Their adversarial identities doomed them to a tragic end. His mistake, perhaps, was in allowing the princess to fall so deeply, and even having a child."

Nathan Foster spoke as he walked, "From the standpoint of loyalty to one’s country, he wasn’t wrong. Not even the lure of beauty swayed his resolve—a true talent."

After hearing his analysis, South Grant rolled her eyes at him, "I think that general was just like the legend says, deliberate. He deliberately led the princess on step by step, to escape watchful eyes and to consummate with the princess for his own escape. If that’s not a scumbag, what is?"

Nathan Foster did not argue with South Grant.

After all, it’s just a story; men have their views, and women have theirs.

Perhaps that general wasn’t as heartless as the legend made him out to be.

After a while, South Grant asked Nathan Foster again:

"Uncle, if you were that general, would you regret it when you saw the princess die for her country?"

Women are indeed nosy, always loving role-playing.

"I’m not that general, nor would I ever get entangled with that princess. There’s no ’if’."

South Grant heard Nathan Foster’s flat refusal and grabbed his hand, persistently asking, "What if I were the princess?"

Nathan Foster glanced at her askew, his eyes revealing an obvious look of disdain.

"If you were the princess, none of the subsequent events would have happened."

South Grant was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

"With your intelligence, how could you possibly capture me? You would have been captured in the first round and taken back to warm my bed and bear children."

South Grant: "..."

Indeed, only a biting tongue could belong to Foster.

The moonlight was exceptionally bright tonight. Under its glow, Nathan Foster led South Grant deeper into the Cactus Forest.

As they walked, South Grant grew increasingly uneasy.

The cactuses here stretched to infinity, and even though they felt they had walked far, the landscape remained vast and boundless.

"Uncle, all the cactuses here look the same. What if we lose our way and can’t get out?"

South Grant was already feeling disoriented. Without holding onto Nathan Foster, she wouldn’t know which way to go.

Nathan Foster glanced back at the direction they came from, then looked ahead, gently patting her to calm her.

"Let’s walk a bit further."

South Grant said nothing, but as she glanced at Nathan Foster, she thought he seemed a bit peculiar today.

He’s not someone with an adventurous spirit. What’s come over him today?

Suppressing her curiosity, South Grant continued following Nathan Foster forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, South Grant found herself weaving through one cactus after another with Nathan Foster, and she really felt dizzy this time.

Suddenly, South Grant recalled Nathan Foster’s legend, the one where the princess’s spirit lingered after her death, and no one who entered the Cactus Forest ever came out, as they fell victim to the princess’s resentful spirit.

Could it be that those who entered got lost and were stranded alive?

As she pondered this, South Grant stumbled over something.