Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 363: Chapter 362: Can’t Bear to Hurt You

Nathan Foster knew that asking again would be useless when she didn’t want to say anything.

Nathan Foster simply let go of South Grant’s hand, followed along with her words, and said:

"Just remember what you said, and don’t let me find out about any more coincidental encounters between you and Chester Lynch."

South Grant felt relieved when Nathan Foster didn’t pursue the topic further and then pleasingly said:

"What kind of fate could I have with Chester Lynch? If there is any, it’s a troublesome fate. Our fate is a complete one."

South Grant felt that during the time she spent with Nathan Foster, her romantic skills had skyrocketed, and she could even start a training class.

Nathan Foster put away his emotions, then got out of the car and didn’t bring up South Grant’s secret any further.

If someone hides something from you, it means they aren’t open-hearted, and won’t sincerely place their secrets before you, which is a sign of distrust.

One day, he would make South Grant willingly give her heart to him for safekeeping.

South Grant was drenched in alcohol fumes, and when she came back, Nathan Foster ran some hot water for her to soak in, avoiding the small wounds on her hands.

As South Grant changed into her pajamas and came out, she saw Nathan Foster taking off his blood-stained shirt and preparing to put on his pajamas.

His wounds had been simply treated at Vincent’s hospital, and when South Grant wanted to apply medicine for him, Nathan Foster didn’t let her.

Seeing the still raw wounds, South Grant’s heart ached. She walked over, gently placing her hand on his back, and softly asked:

"Did I bite this?"

Nathan Foster froze for a moment and turned his head slightly, "Do you remember?"

South Grant shook her head; she didn’t remember at all.

"I don’t remember, but I see a bite mark next to the wound, just like the ones I make."

South Grant had a slightly misaligned lateral incisor from when she was a child, not noticeable except to herself.

At this moment, the teeth marks on Nathan Foster’s back perfectly matched her own bite mark.

So South Grant guessed that this wound must have been caused by her.

At this point, South Grant turned around, fetched the medical kit from the cabinet, and said to Nathan Foster:

"Uncle, lie on the bed, and I’ll apply the medicine for you."

"No need, Vincent already disinfected it."

South Grant gave him a side-eye look, "I’m not a viper; I’m not poisonous. I’m worried about inflammation and infection; it’s summer now, and if it gets infected, you’ll truly suffer."

South Grant pulled Nathan Foster to the bed, sat him down, and opened the medical kit, taking out the medicine and gently applying it to Nathan Foster.

While applying the medication, South Grant felt a stab of pain in her heart, thinking how harsh she had been; it was as if she intended to bite him to death.

There was more than one bite on Nathan Foster’s back.

The deepest wound almost chewed through the skin and flesh.

How much hatred would there have been to bite so viciously? South Grant felt she turned into a madman when drunk.

"Uncle, why didn’t you fight back when I bit you? Look at how your back is all bitten up."

Nathan Foster was lying on the bed at the time, and hearing South Grant’s gentle words, he suddenly felt the wounds hurt less. No matter how violent the act, it couldn’t match the compassion she showed at this moment.

"Couldn’t bear to." Nathan Foster softly said these three words.

South Grant paused her movement of applying the medication, and a warm feeling lingered in her heart, unwilling to fade.