Chatting with South Grant is always a situation where you can guess the start, but not the end.
Nathan Foster didn’t know when the tone shifted to this.
"You don’t have to wait for others to act. You can do it too," Nathan said.
South Grant shook his head and said, "That’s not okay. I don’t like you being a cradle-snatcher to ; I prefer others sparing from the old eagle catching the young chick."
The old eagle catching the young chick...
Nathan Foster’s face turned completely black.
He had been worried that she would have a psychological shadow from being in the water prison. Now thinking about it, everyone in the world has it, except for her.
She’s completely carefree!
After asking all these questions, South Grant tasted a bitterness in her mouth.
She saw the Big White Rabbit candy Nathan Foster had left on the bedside, pointed, and said to Nathan Foster, "Give the Big White Rabbit."
Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow slightly: "Didn’t you say you wouldn’t eat it just now?"
"Just now was just now, now is now. How can it be the sa?"
Nathan Foster reached over, opened the candy wrapper, and handed it to her mouth.
South Grant opened her mouth and held the candy. As the sweet milk flavor entered, she felt blissful enough to lt.
Nathan Foster watched South Grant, who looked like she had changed faces. Just now she seed ready to have a cold war with him to the end, but now she had changed her expression. He couldn’t help but tease South Grant, saying:
"Sage Confucius was right. In this world, only won and petty people are hard to keep, and you are both."
While Nathan Foster was talking, South Grant had already eaten one piece and was waiting for Nathan Foster to unwrap a second.
Nathan Foster had already unwrapped it and put it in her mouth. After eating it, South Grant glanced at Nathan Foster.
"Will you still keep ?"
"Yes," he said. Hard to keep, but I must.
After chewing two candies, South Grant finally felt her mouth wasn’t so bitter.
Lying back on the bed, South Grant suddenly rembered.
"Uncle, what if she ties up again?"
"It won’t happen." Nathan Foster thought of the last words he said to her while carrying South Grant out from there.
South Grant wasn’t so convinced by Nathan Foster’s words. After all, a jealous woman is capable of anything.
Nathan Foster’s threats were of no use.
"How about this: Next ti you et her, discuss it with her. I’ll let you out halfway. She gets odd days, I get even days."
Nathan Foster was lying down, initially wanting to reach over and hug her. Hearing her murmuring, he tapped her head.
"Nonsense."
While rubbing her head, South Grant pursed her lips in grievance and said:
"If I don’t share you, what can I do? I’m helpless too! She has a mysterious organization backing her. What if one day she gets in a bad mood and ties up again, this ti using hot water or maybe even fire? By the ti you rescue , it’ll be too late, and I’ll just be a plate of cumin roast at."
Nathan Foster, who was initially frowning because of her sharing joke, couldn’t help but laugh when he heard her ntion cumin roast at.
"Rest assured, this won’t happen again. From now on, Peter Webb will be with you with other people, and Ivan Keller has arranged for soone else to protect you secretly without affecting your normal life and studies."
That’s precisely what South Grant was waiting for.
Currently, she felt vulnerable and had no way to contend with anyone. If Nathan Foster didn’t protect her, how could she fight against this mysterious organization’s bizarre old woman?
With Nathan Foster saying this, South Grant felt relieved.
Just then, South Grant rubbed her stomach and suddenly said, "I’m hungry."
"What do you want to eat? I’ll have soone make it."
"Cumin roast at."
"..."
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