Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 385: Chapter 384: He Was Her First Man

South Grant listened to Nathan Foster’s words, stunned and unable to recover.

She thought that she had encountered a sexual pervert that night.

She never wants to experience such a feeling again in her life, dying and living, living and dying.

That man seemed to never tire, wanting more again and again.

Later, she passed out, and when she woke up, he was gone, leaving only the thick scent of pleasure in the room.

It turns out, it was all just a misunderstanding.

Nathan Foster looked at South Grant’s expression, paused for a moment, then said:

"That night you fainted, and I was in a slightly better condition. After I could control myself, I had an urgent matter and had to leave. Later, I found out you weren’t the person arranged by my subordinates. When I went to the hotel to find you, you were already gone, and all I found on the bed was this Jade Token. I’ve been busy all this time, investigating the Jade Token, thinking I’d finish my tasks and then find you. When I finally got around, I discovered you had been through so much. Sorry, I..."

Nathan Foster’s apology was clearly evident as he spoke.

South Grant is someone who differentiates between gratitude and grudges, and before, she hated the man who caused her pain.

But after Nathan Foster finished explaining everything, South Grant couldn’t hate anymore.

The harm was just a misunderstanding; if she hadn’t entered Nathan Foster’s room to hide, he wouldn’t have mistaken her for the woman who voluntarily came.

Nathan Foster was unintentional.

"It’s okay, I don’t blame you."

Nathan Foster looked at her belly, knowing many things happened to South Grant that night.

Nathan Foster had already found out that before she entered his room, she accidentally killed a man.

Later, she returned home and took the blame for her sister.

The news claiming she was sexually assaulted were all false; he was her first man.

When he entered her, Nathan Foster felt it.

This child was his.

South Grant saw Nathan Foster’s gaze fall on her belly, and she couldn’t help but reach out to protect it.

From rejecting this child at first, to later feeling each heartbeat accompany her through each day in the prison, South Grant had come to love this feeling of companionship.

During her time in prison, she was in despair, a life sentence, enduring day after day of loneliness, wearing down all her hope.

The fetal movements of this child became her only hope in life.

Now the expression in Nathan Foster’s eyes was already very clear.

He wanted this child.

Nathan Foster perceived South Grant’s unease and said to her:

"I’m sorry, due to my mistake, I’ve caused your current situation. I’m willing to make amends."

South Grant looked at him, not understanding what he meant by making amends.

"If you don’t want this child, I can arrange the best doctor for you and ensure you won’t feel any pain."

Nathan Foster knew South Grant, during her time in prison, had wanted to get rid of the child more than once.

Nathan Foster’s words made South Grant furrow her brows, and she instinctively adopted a protective stance over her slightly protruding belly.

Nathan Foster saw the deep meaning behind South Grant’s actions and realized she was unwilling to give up this child now.

"If you want to keep this child, I will give you a home, I will make amends for that incident, and I will also make amends..." Nathan Foster’s gaze fell on South Grant’s belly, "I will also make amends to him."

South Grant froze.