Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 283 - 282: Breaking Up—What Position?

South Grant looked at the place his finger pointed to and thought to himself:

Damn, can’t you just not expose it?

"Wig, chest padding," South Grant said, curling his lips.

Nathan Foster looked down at her. Although South Grant was considered quite tall among girls, there was still a height difference when standing in front of Nathan Foster.

Nathan Foster reached out to touch the long hair behind her, his eyes inadvertently showing a look of infatuation.

At this moment, South Grant couldn’t help raising an eyebrow.

Could it be that he’s obsessed with long hair?

South... Grant thought about it. In her past life, when she had long hair, Nathan Foster indeed loved to gently sniff her long hair.

People have face fetishes, leg fetishes, feet fetishes, and Nathan Foster turned out to have a hair fetish.

Anyway, today was just to make him happy, so South Grant straightforwardly said, "When my hair reaches my waist, will you marry me?"

This popular saying never fails to flirt with guys.

But Nathan Foster, after hearing her words, looked at her with deep meaning.

"Wait for your hair to grow? Wouldn’t that take many years?"

South Grant blinked, "Then Uncle, will you wait?"

"I’m just afraid that when your hair reaches your waist, it will only be able to cover your chubby body," Nathan Foster said, with an even more pronounced smile in his eyes.

South Grant was left speechless by him.

She realized that Nathan Foster was immune to flirting.

He must have been a cucumber in his past life, deserving a good slap!

Nathan Foster saw South Grant’s face drop instantly, and he laughed, ruffling her hair.

"Just teasing you, did you take it seriously? Even if you have chubby flesh, I like it. A good girl with some curves feels good to touch."

For that sweet talk, South Grant gave him zero points!

"I’ve decided, I’m breaking up with you for five minutes!" When you meet a boyfriend who can’t sweet talk, this is how you deal with him.

"Break up?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow, looking down at her, "What kind of position is that?"

"???" What does that have to do with position?

Then, South Grant pondered over the words "break up."

Break... up...

Up...

Hey, 911?

There’s someone speeding here, come and catch him!!!

Nathan Foster looked at South Grant, with a face of frustration, and she couldn’t retort, which put him in a good mood.

The night before, when she was proudly showing off her magic trick, Nathan Foster still remembered her smug look.

Now he finally regained some ground.

Nathan Foster wrapped his arm around her shoulder. When she dressed as a girl, Nathan Foster couldn’t stop looking at her, as if he couldn’t get enough.

"Where do you want to go?" Nathan Foster slightly lowered his head.

"Let’s go to the amusement park. Let’s do something exciting today," South Grant said.

"How are we getting there?" Nathan Foster hadn’t driven a car.

"With this," South Grant pointed to the bicycle next to the bench, with a backseat, where Nathan Foster would ride it later, and she would sit.

Nathan Foster rode the bike, taking South Grant out through the back gate, and at that moment, Old Butler Keller happened to be at the back gate. Upon seeing Nathan Foster riding a bike, taking a girl out, he was so shocked his jaw nearly hit the ground.

He hurriedly went to the old chief’s room.

"Old Chief, just now I saw at the back gate..." Old Butler Keller spoke breathlessly.

"What could have happened that made you so anxious?" Harold Foster asked curiously.

Old Butler Keller patted his chest and waved his hand, saying, "Just now, I saw Nathan riding a bicycle, taking a girl out."

Harold Foster was very surprised upon hearing this and couldn’t believe his eyes.

"You must have seen it wrong!"

"No, I saw it very clearly, it was indeed him."

"Did you get a good look at the girl?"