Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster Chapter 80 - 79: I’m Proud of My Flat Chest—I Save Fabric fo

Nathan Foster’s arms were propped on either side of South Grant’s shoulders, his dominant posture filled with aggression and an air of attack.

South Grant had recently co to learn about Nathan Foster’s sharp tongue; he could always infuriate soone with just a simple sentence.

Initially, South Grant thought, just endure it.

But then, this was Nathan Foster.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got; giving in felt like an even bigger loss.

If she didn’t retort now, wouldn’t it just fuel his arrogance?

"I’m proud of having a flat chest, I’m saving fabric for the country, does it bother you?" South Grant glanced at Nathan Foster, "On the contrary, you’re proud of your self-love, saving condoms for the country."

Nathan Foster: "..."

After speaking, South Grant tilted her chin up, provocatively looking at Nathan Foster.

Didn’t he just say it was human destruction earlier? Just because the tiger doesn’t show its power, you think I’m Hello Kitty?

South Grant reached out to push Nathan Foster, trying to sit up, but Nathan Foster was like a mountain, and she couldn’t move him.

At that mont, Nathan Foster pressed down on the hand she was using to push him, pinning her to the bed. South Grant looked at Nathan Foster’s face getting closer, wearing a look of composure and confidence.

"What, embarrassed and angry? Is this all the tolerance a big man has?"

Then, Nathan Foster’s lips curved slightly. Looking at South Grant from such a close distance, she could clearly see the gleam of laughter in his eyes, and an obscure emotion.

"Very well," Nathan Foster said slowly with these two words.

Then, he released South Grant, and stood up straight.

"It’s still early, you can sleep a little longer."

After saying that, Nathan Foster picked up his military jacket, put it on, and left.

South Grant listened to the sound of the door closing, and instinctively lay back down on the bed.

Without Nathan Foster, the bed was surprisingly comfortable. She rolled to the middle of the large bed, satisfied, continuing her morning nap.

When Nathan Foster’s morning eting ended and he ca back, South Grant was still asleep.

Ivan Keller had already arranged for soone to prepare breakfast following Nathan Foster’s instructions.

Once everyone else had left, Nathan Foster went to the bedroom and watched South Grant occupying the large bed by herself, sleeping soundly.

"Get up, it’s ti to go to school." Nathan Foster woke South Grant.

South Grant opened her eyes groggily, and instantly woke up when she saw his face.

Then, getting up to wash, while brushing her teeth, South Grant looked at herself in the mirror and couldn’t help but think how fate really is a magical thing.

In this lifeti, she actually and peacefully slept through a night on the sa bed with Nathan Foster.

How incredible.

You have to know, every night she’s been with Nathan Foster, so indescribable things would happen.

This was the first ti they shared a bed, and nothing happened.

When Nathan Foster ca in to wash his hands, he saw South Grant holding her toothbrush, repeating the sa motion, staring blankly at her reflection.

Nathan Foster glanced at her, "Do you really enjoy watching sothing going in and out of your mouth?"

South Grant: "???"

South Grant looked utterly confused, not imdiately grasping the aning behind Nathan Foster’s words.

Then she looked at herself in the mirror, realizing she had been brushing with the sa motion for a while, and finally understood Nathan Foster’s remark.

Damn!

This dirty-minded dog!

In and out...

South Grant quickly rinsed her mouth, then retorted:

"Why don’t you fly to the sky? You’re such an eyesore here on earth."

Nathan Foster calmly wiped his hands with a towel, then said plaintively:

"Because there’s you on earth."

South Grant: "..."

After saying that, Nathan Foster gave South Grant a glance and left, unconcerned with how she reacted to being teased.