Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 358: Chapter 357: What Did You Do While I Was Asleep?

Nathan Foster reviewed the times when South Grant’s violent personality surfaced, which was almost always triggered by external stimuli, mostly because of the children.

Nathan Foster clearly remembered that this violent personality had once told him that Nathan had personally killed his own child.

Nathan Foster seemed to have found the link between South Grant’s dominant and secondary personalities.

At this moment, he turned around and went to Vincent’s therapy room on the top floor, leaving everyone downstairs looking at each other in confusion.

The entire top floor was sealed off; no one could enter, whether it was from the elevator entrance or the emergency exit, all were guarded by security arranged by Nathan Foster.

Nobody knew what was happening there. When Nathan entered the therapy room, Vincent was observing South Grant through a glass.

Seeing Nathan come in, Vincent turned around, only to see Nathan reaching out to open the glass door in the glass wall, and Vincent stopped him.

"Lynn, what are you doing?"

"Bring her back."

Vincent was momentarily taken aback, knowing that ’her’ referred to the gentle South Grant, "How?"

"I have already found the reason. She is stimulated by a certain event, leading to this violent persona taking control of the body. In the future, I will control it so she won’t be stimulated in this way again. And, I have a method to let this violent persona hide itself."

Vincent was very surprised, not expecting that Nathan Foster had found a way to control the violent personality.

Even more impressive than him, a psychologist.

Vincent then released his hand, also wanting to see how Nathan Foster would suppress this violent personality.

They watched as Nathan Foster opened the glass door and approached South Grant.

Vincent widened his eyes, ready to see what Nathan Foster would do, only to see Nathan bending down and kissing amidst South Grant’s curses.

Vincent: "..."

Bro, dear bro!

Is this the time for public displays of affection?

Inside...

"Nathan Foster, you bastard..."

South Grant had just finished cursing when she saw Nathan Foster’s lips about to come close, and immediately closed her eyes.

Nathan Foster watched South Grant intently, noticing that a few seconds after she closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled lightly.

Afterwards, she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze no longer deep and dark as before, but bright as obsidian, like twinkling stars.

He knew she was back.

After South Grant opened her eyes, she was in a daze for a few seconds, then widened her eyes, wanting to sit up, but found herself tied up completely.

"Mm..." South Grant struggled.

Nathan Foster slowly raised his head, slightly parting his lips.

"Uncle, what are you doing? Just having a drink with a couple of my buddies, and you’re ready to play S&M?"

Nathan Foster looked at her, clueless about what happened earlier, her eyes were as clear as water.

At this moment, he pressed the switch on the bed, and then everything controlling her body was released.

Only her hands remained tied with Nathan Foster’s tie.

Nathan Foster supported her shoulders, helping her sit up, and gently untied the tie around her wrists.

South Grant only felt her whole body hurt at that moment, as if she had been disassembled and reassembled.

Plus, seeing Nathan Foster’s tie leaving deep choke marks on her wrists, she couldn’t help but imagine all sorts of intense scenes.

"Uncle, let’s be honest, did you slip me some blue pills or red pills, leave me with nothing, and then planned to do candle wax, handcuffs, and little whips with a striptease?"

Nathan Foster: "..."

South Grant glanced at Nathan Foster’s dumbfounded face, looked around the environment, and upon seeing Vincent outside the glass door, she was utterly bewildered.

South Grant: "Ahhhhh... you even brought an audience!"

Nathan Foster: "..."

Vincent: "..."

PS: This goofy South never stays cool for more than three seconds...

Also, still writing, asking for votes~