Nathan Foster, seeing that no matter what he said, South Grant was ignoring him, picked up a bowl from the table beside him, tilted his head back and drank it all in one go. He then held South Grant’s head from the back and leaned over to press his lips against hers.
South Grant widened her eyes at that mont, wanting to push him away, but her hands were grasped by Nathan Foster’s larger hands.
Nathan Foster used the tip of his tongue to pry open her lips, slowly transferring the bitter dicine from his mouth into hers.
As the bitter dicine flowed into South Grant’s mouth, she gagged, wanting to spit it out.
But with nothing in her stomach and her mouth blocked by Nathan Foster, she was forced to swallow the dicine he’d passed into her mouth.
It was unbearably bitter; she had never tasted such bitter dicine in her life!
No, in both her lives, she had never tasted such bitter dicine!
It must have been Vincent, he must have intentionally ssed with her, adding who knows how much coptis!
Just as Nathan Foster was about to finish feeding her the dicine, a thought suddenly popped into South Grant’s mind.
Did Nathan Foster mix his saliva into the dicine he was feeding her?
South Grant sincerely felt she was toxic for thinking of such a thing instead of sothing else!
So she felt even more nauseated, wanting to vomit several tis but unable to.
When Nathan Foster finally finished feeding her and saw the dicine dribbling down the corner of South Grant’s mouth, he raised his hand and gently wiped it away with his thumb.
"You’re insane, giving such awful-tasting dicine; you want to torture to death?" South Grant said between coughs as she looked at Nathan Foster.
At this ti, her eyes were brimming with tears from choking on the bitter dicine.
Nathan Foster looked at her, but with a face of savoring, he said, "Bitter? I actually thought it was quite sweet."
Foster really is a pervert, case closed!
South Grant was now so nauseated by the bitterness, feeling like that bowl of dicine was a fire in her belly.
Because she was sulking with Nathan Foster, she hadn’t eaten dinner, so drinking the dicine now was sure to make her feel terrible.
Plus, the dicine was incredibly bitter; South Grant was now unbelievably nauseous.
Nathan Foster reached out, and South Grant saw a few White Rabbit Creamy Candies in his palm, resisting the urge to take them, and said grumpily, "No."
Nathan Foster smiled and then put the candies away.
He took off his jacket and hung it on a nearby coat rack, then sat down at the edge of South Grant’s bed. As he prepared to lie down, South Grant turned her head to look at him.
"In such a large military district, there’s nowhere else to sleep?"
"There is," Nathan Foster said as he started unbuttoning his shirt, "but in such a large military district, there’s only one you."
South Grant: "..."
At this mont, South Grant was not at all swayed by his flirtations; in fact, she wanted to hit him.
Watching him slowly unbutton his shirt, repeating the action he usually did that she always liked watching.
Did he think that was enough?
Did he think that by using his good looks, she would succumb?
Underestimating her too much.
Today, even if he takes out the fireworks, South Grant would not compromise with him!
Afterwards, she lay down again, turning her back to Nathan Foster so she wouldn’t have to look at him, as if treating him like air.
Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, who now resembled a little wife sulking with her husband.
After Nathan Foster lay down, he propped his head up with one hand, turned to look at South Grant, and asked her:
"Didn’t you say last ti you wanted to send soone to the military for training?"
"No need," South Grant rejected.
Nathan Foster was silent for a mont, then continued to ask, "When will that movie you’re investing in start filming? Didn’t you say you needed military equipnt? I can get it ready for you in advance."
"No need, thank you!" South Grant once again rejected his attempt at small talk.
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