Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 298 - 297: This Sharp-Tongued Dog

South Grant looked at Nathan Foster without answering, his brows slightly furrowed at this moment.

"Is this question difficult to answer?"

Nathan Foster lowered his gaze to look at South Grant, and South Grant also stared into his eyes, watching him, wanting an answer.

"It’s not difficult to answer, but it’s better that you don’t know right now. Not telling you is to protect you." Nathan Foster’s voice was deep and heavy.

South Grant had guessed that Nathan Foster would say this, that anything he didn’t tell her was for her own good, but in the end, he said nothing.

South Grant looked at Nathan Foster for quite a while before finally withdrawing her gaze, slowly lying back on the bed.

"Alright." South Grant would not ask again.

Nathan Foster saw the trust in South Grant’s eyes dim the moment she said "alright."

At that moment, Nathan Foster felt indescribably bitter, the words caught on the tip of his tongue, unable to be spoken.

Finally, he raised his hand, reaching out to help brush the stray hair from her forehead, but South Grant slightly turned her head to the side, avoiding his hand.

Nathan Foster’s hand froze there, seeing her avoiding gesture, he said nothing and withdrew his hand.

"Heal well. Once you recover, I’ll take you to a place. No protection is better than being strong yourself." Nathan Foster’s voice was slightly hoarse.

South Grant recalled more than a month ago, when Nathan Foster said he would send her to a devil training camp.

She had asked if there was a discount, and Nathan Foster joked that it would break her bones.

The scene was still vivid in her mind, but now South Grant didn’t want to talk to him.

Clearly, Nathan Foster knew that woman, yet told her nothing under the guise of protection.

If he could protect her, would she have been kidnapped last night? And at The Foster Estate, no less.

"No need, I have a movie to shoot, no time." South Grant said faintly, rejecting him.

Nathan Foster looked at South Grant in this state, silent for a long time, then spoke very slowly:

"Rest well, there will be plenty of time in the future."

After speaking, Nathan Foster turned and left.

As he opened the door, he saw Vincent suddenly stand up straight at the door, putting on a face of "I wasn’t eavesdropping," and said seriously at this time:

"I came to see if South is awake."

Nathan Foster gave him a cold glance, turned, and left, leaving Vincent unsure whether to enter or retreat.

Clearly, the two of them were sulking earlier, and now South Grant lay on the bed, eyes closed, pretending to sleep, not wanting to deal with anyone.

Nathan Foster’s dark face also told everyone he was in a bad mood, ready to lash out at anyone he came across.

Vincent thought about it and finally closed the door, following Nathan Foster.

When they reached Nathan Foster’s office, Vincent couldn’t help asking:

"Just make up an excuse to brush her off, why let her sulk, what’s the point?"

Nathan Foster ignored him, and Vincent, acting the experienced confidant, advised Nathan Foster:

"Sulking damages relationships. If you don’t help her resolve her inner conflict, it will be difficult to return to the way things used to be."

Nathan Foster looked up at Vincent, "As far as I know, you’ve never had a relationship your whole life. Where do you get this experience? Are you sulking with your own two hands? Having cold wars with them?"

Vincent: "..."

This venomous tongue, no wonder South Grant ignores him.