Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 506: Chapter 505: A Dog Through and Through

Listening to South Grant’s words, Nathan Foster’s lips curled into a mocking sneer.

"Heh heh."

South Grant, hearing Nathan Foster’s cold laughter, emphasized again:

"Really, he was such a gentleman, didn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable."

Nathan Foster listened to South Grant describing Chester Lynch as a gentleman, he lowered his head and looked at her dangerously.

"You mean to say I’m not gentlemanly enough?"

Seeing that he couldn’t stand her praising someone else, South Grant stopped talking and began to soothe him.

"No matter how much of a gentleman he is, it’s useless. I just like you, this ungentlemanly, unchivalrous guy."

As she spoke, South Grant hugged his neck, curled around his head, and pecked his lips lightly.

Afterwards, Nathan Foster’s eyes dimmed, "You started this first."

I...

Chester Lynch stood under the streetlight at a distance, standing there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

At first, he didn’t know who that man was, but now, under the clear light of the street lamp, Chester Lynch could see clearly.

Nathan Foster’s straight posture, the strong features, Chester Lynch couldn’t mistake him.

He couldn’t quite explain what he was feeling now.

Shocked?

It was more than just shock.

They were tightly embraced, kissing.

The man’s posture was upright, his aura imposing.

The woman was slender and elegant, clear and lovely.

Such a perfect match.

Chester Lynch didn’t know how he made it back to the dormitory, in a daze replaying that scene over and over in his mind.

When he reached the dormitory and saw South Grant’s things, Chester Lynch sat weakly on the sofa.

Subconsciously, he reached into his pocket to feel for a pack of cigarettes but found it empty, only then did he remember he had quit.

It was already past midnight, Nathan Foster was simply crazy, kissing nonstop, it had been that long!

South Grant touched her slightly swollen lips, thinking, Foster really is a dog!

A downright dog!

Several times she felt his intense thrusting, but he forcibly restrained himself.

South Grant took out her phone to check the time, then nudged Nathan Foster, saying:

"It’s late, there’s training tomorrow."

After hearing her words, Nathan Foster’s expression was quite displeased.

"You’re planning to return to the dormitory?"

"But my things are still there..." South Grant said guiltily.

"I’ll have someone get them for you tomorrow," Nathan Foster said in a deep voice.

South Grant, in her heart, teased him as the jealous type, "So where am I staying tonight?"

Nathan Foster gave her a sidelong glance, then took her by the hand and climbed the wall out of the campus playground.

Nathan Foster drove her away, and on the road, South Grant finally couldn’t hold it in and fell asleep.

After returning to the military base, seeing her sleeping soundly, Nathan Foster didn’t wake her up, directly reached out to embrace her gently, afraid of waking her.

After putting her on his bed, Nathan Foster finally felt at ease.

Then Nathan Foster took out his phone, made a call, and came back.

Nathan Foster lay down and held her in his arms, they had only a few hours left to sleep, so he held her, sleeping for a while, and would get up soon.

In the morning, when Nathan Foster called South Grant to get up, she hadn’t had enough sleep.

She was so sleepy that she couldn’t open her eyes, and Nathan Foster whispered in her ear:

"If you don’t get up, we’ll be late."

"Late then late," South Grant mumbled unclearly.

"If you don’t get up, I’ll take off your pajamas and dress you myself."