Nathan Foster heard the noise and turned on the bedside lamp.
Then he saw South Grant with a bewildered expression, poking her head out from under the bed. She seed to have bumped the back of her head and was now rubbing it with her hand.
Nathan Foster thought of how she had slept at the very edge, and now with a frosty expression, he glanced at her, "Serves you right."
After South Grant climbed back into bed, she was still shaken by the dream she just had.
Damn, Nathan Foster is terrifying!
Even in her dreams, he wouldn’t let her go!
Nathan Foster looked out the window; the sky was already taking on a pale white hue, soon it would be dawn.
Nathan Foster stood up from the bed, walked to the wardrobe, took out his military uniform, and tossed it by the bed.
South Grant just watched him. At this mont, the towel around his waist was gone. When he turned around, South Grant saw sothing standing at attention beneath his pajamas.
South Grant felt like poking her eyes out.
At this mont, South Grant t Nathan Foster’s gaze. Although she’d slept with him for ten years and was living this life anew, the situation was sowhat awkward, no matter how thick-skinned she was.
She was just about to look away when she heard Nathan Foster’s voice slowly say:
"Don’t get confused, morning wood is a normal physiological reaction for n, no need to be shy."
South Grant: "..."
This mouth of his!
When did I ever misunderstand myself?
You’re the show-off!
"You’re the one who’s confused about yourself, aren’t you? Which eye saw being shy?" South Grant’s fleeting discomfort was entirely erased by Nathan Foster’s words.
"Tough guy?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow and then picked up his clothes, dressing right in front of South Grant. "Soday, you’ll replace one of the words."
South Grant: "???"
Replace it, replace with what?
Replace it with ’tough gal’?
South Grant was still pondering what Nathan Foster ant by that when he was already dressed.
Today, he was dressed very formally. Straight military pants, a white shirt on top, with two buttons undone at the collar, allowing a clear view of his Adam’s apple moving up and down.
Looking further up, you could see his chiseled jaw, thin lips, high nose bridge, and the unruly charm between his brows.
His exquisite features were perfectly matched together, coupled with his striking deanor—he was simply heaven’s most perfect creation!
With his tall fra and perfect silhouette, anywhere he stood could be like a fashion photoshoot.
South Grant always knew Nathan Foster’s looks were outstanding, an almost monstrous presence.
Yet in her past life, she had never really looked at him closely.
Now, with the warm lamp light and the faint morning glow outside, he stood by the bed, adjusting his clothes, his deanor carrying the laziness of just waking up.
If South Grant didn’t know he had such a predatory side, she might easily be deceived by his current nobility.
After Nathan Foster finished dressing, he saw South Grant staring at him dazedly. He let out a whistle, with an indescribably teasing deanor.
South Grant was snapped back to her senses by his whistle, and Nathan Foster walked around the bed to stand in front of her.
He leaned over, looking down at South Grant.
South Grant’s face was without the makeup that made her look masculine, her facial features were soft.
Her striking features, more heroic compared to ordinary girls.
Her animated eyes and picturesque brows; in won’s clothing, she looked rather alluring.
"When you just wake up, if I don’t look at your chest, you could pass for a woman," Nathan Foster said, with a slight curve to his lips.
South Grant: "..."
This mouth of yours, does your mother know how cheeky it is?
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