Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 362: Chapter 361: Kisses and Hand-Holding

Thinking of this, Nathan Foster extended his long arm and pulled her into his embrace.

South Grant couldn’t match his strength in the end and was brought into his arms, kissed wantonly.

Only when South Grant’s breathing became somewhat rapid did Nathan Foster finally relent and slightly release her lips.

At this time, he rested his forehead against hers, his arms still tightly holding her in his embrace.

Nathan Foster looked into her eyes, his voice hoarse as he spoke:

"What’s the secret you’re keeping from me?"

Upon hearing Nathan Foster’s words, South Grant’s heart skipped a beat.

"What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Nathan Foster simply stared at South Grant intently, saying nothing. His gaze was unnerving to South Grant; her heart pounded, not knowing what Nathan Foster might have discovered.

Then Nathan Foster released his hold on South Grant’s waist, leaned back into the car seat, and casually lowered the car window, letting the wind from outside fill the car and clear his mind somewhat.

Seeing him like this made South Grant’s heart uneasy. Such a Nathan Foster was too hard to predict. Had she let slip something after drinking, arousing Nathan Foster’s suspicion?

Once they arrived at the military headquarters, Ivan Keller parked the car and said from the front, "Sir, we’ve arrived."

"You can head back now."

Ivan Keller heard Nathan Foster’s somewhat displeased voice and didn’t know what the couple had argued about. Just before, they’d been inseparably affectionate in the car, and then, after just a word, neither spoke again.

Was this a cold war, sulking in silence?

Whatever it was, Ivan Keller dared not provoke them - when they were happy, they showed off their affection; when unhappy, it was the dog getting the blame.

As the dog, was it easy for him?

After Ivan Keller left, only the two of them remained in the car, and South Grant opened the car door to get out but was stopped by Nathan Foster holding her wrist.

"South Grant, I’ll say this one last time." Nathan Foster stared into her eyes, not letting her avoid or escape.

"In this world, the only person you can trust and rely on is me. If you don’t want to disappear from this world, never hide anything from me."

Nathan Foster’s mind was in turmoil now. Just thinking of what Vincent told him unsettled him.

Vincent said that the persona of South Grant could disappear at any moment.

South Grant looked at Nathan Foster in astonishment; Nathan Foster was behaving quite peculiarly today.

How could she possibly disappear without reason?

Did she accidentally reveal something when she was drunk? Had she leaked the secret of her rebirth?

Rebirth, after all, is nothing more than a soul that had died living in a new, fresh body.

Such a thing is unacceptable anywhere; she might be sent for research, treated as something supernatural.

In that case, how could Nathan Foster allow her to continue staying by his side, sharing his bed?

This secret had to stay buried within her and not be known to anyone.

South Grant felt a bit anxious, not knowing what to do now, and could only continue pretending.

"I really haven’t kept anything from you, Uncle. You’re overthinking. Are you upset because of Chester Lynch? It’s really unnecessary. I admit I used to like Chester Lynch, but that’s all in the past. Besides, it was just a youthful fancy, and nothing substantial happened, like holding hands or kissing. There’s no unforgettable emotion. Besides, you’ve kissed and touched me, so why be jealous of Chester Lynch? Is it necessary?"

Nathan Foster looked at South Grant; the moment she steered the topic toward Chester Lynch, it showed she didn’t want to discuss the things she was hiding from him.