Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster Chapter 258 - 257: Come On, Let’s Hurt Each Other

"What, you don’t believe ? How about we give it a try?" Nathan Foster looked at South Grant with a playful smile, his eyes flickering slightly.

"..." South Grant had never seen anyone act so righteously perverted, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

At that mont, South Grant suddenly rembered how in her past life, her figure was particularly stunning, not at all like her current physique.

If her past life’s body was that of a queen, then this life’s body wasn’t even that of a servant girl.

Could it really be like Nathan Foster said, that friction and massage would stimulate the growth factors for redevelopnt?

While South Grant was lost in thought, Nathan Foster said sothing she didn’t catch.

Then Nathan Foster waved his hand in front of her eyes, jolting South Grant back to reality.

"Uh, what did you say?"

Nathan Foster, as if punishing South Grant for zoning out while he was talking, suddenly applied a bit of pressure with his hand, making South Grant feel a slight twinge of pain.

"I said I’m waiting for the day you can ’shake the world with your bust.’

South Grant: "..."

Wow, you really know how to flatter soone!

"Ha, I’m afraid your skills aren’t up to par!" Why couldn’t he just complint her properly instead of using phrases that could make soone cough up blood?

Co on, let’s hurt each other, I’m not scared.

South Grant felt secretly pleased after speaking, watching Nathan Foster stare at her with narrowed eyes, looking quite nacing.

At this mont, South Grant confidently t Nathan Foster’s gaze, knowing he would only dare to tease, never really make a move.

"Not happy? Bite then!" South Grant said recklessly.

At this, Nathan Foster leisurely glanced at her and said, "A tiger doesn’t eat its cubs."

South Grant: "..."

A tiger doesn’t eat its cubs...

South Grant had jokingly told him to bite her, and Nathan Foster retorted with that line, implying: no matter how fierce he is, he wouldn’t harm his own child...

South Grant was truly left speechless by his coback.

"Fine, you win!" South Grant, exasperated, pushed him away, "Now I understand why you’ve been single for so many years, it’s truly by rit! You drive your own girlfriend into a corner, you’re sothing else."

"Girlfriend?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow at those three words, "I’ve always thought we could skip that stage and go straight to the final goal."

"..."

South Grant was rolling up her sleeves, ready for a proper argunt with Nathan Foster, but there he was flirting again.

Can’t we just have a proper argunt?

So much so, that South Grant had already forgotten the initial question she asked Nathan Foster.

She never did get around to asking why he had carved a door into the cabinet.

Exhausted from their spat, South Grant lay back on the bed, the two of them lying side by side, staring up at the crystal chandelier. As she was about to drift off, the person next to her spoke:

"Don’t throw around the idea of death so easily. Even if you were to die, you should pass away peacefully, in a warm bed, in my arms."

South Grant, who was on the brink of sleep, was suddenly jolted awake by Nathan Foster’s words.

After saying this, Nathan Foster peacefully fell asleep.

But South Grant was wide awake.

She didn’t turn over or move, just quietly looked at the chandelier in the room.

Has she beco too emotional lately? Why does every word Nathan Foster says now strike at her heart?

Why had Nathan Foster never spoken such words in their past life?

She had never seen such tenderness and deep affection from Nathan Foster before.