Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 114 - 113: How Can Your Mouth Be So Venomous

South Grant snapped back to attention, giving a light cough as he said:

"There’s nothing much to see anyway."

Face is still important, even if he had a good figure, he couldn’t admit it.

Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow and glanced at her, then said lightly:

"Go wash up, it’s time to sleep."

South Grant looked up at the time, indeed it was time to rest.

South put away the book, then grabbed her clothes and went into the bathroom.

While washing, she felt around her chest.

Hmm...

It seems to have grown a bit.

South Grant looked down, it was indeed a bit bigger than when she had just been reborn.

South pinched it, letting out a hiss.

A slight, swollen pain, South knew this was a sign of development.

Could it be the effect of the breast-enhancing porridge Nathan makes every day?

That can’t be right, it’s only been a few days, it shouldn’t be that effective.

Starting to develop was quite a headache, her chest would become noticeably bigger, easy for others to notice.

South Grant thought and thought, but couldn’t find a good solution.

She turned off the shower, dried herself off, and went out wearing pajamas.

She didn’t wear the spaghetti strap nightdress Foster bought her, but she couldn’t keep wearing jeans every day, so South Grant bought herself a conservative set of pajamas.

A very ordinary two-piece set, long pants and long sleeves, her entire body covered inside the clothes.

When South returned, Nathan was leaning against the headboard, looking her up and down.

"What are you looking at!"

Nathan just lifted his gaze lightly, a mocking smile at the corner of his lips.

"Not looking, just searching."

South Grant: "..."

Searching...

How can you have such a sharp tongue?

What’s called searching?

Is it that hard to find?

He’s mocking her for being small again!

South Grant was so angry, it felt like old blood was stuck in her throat.

Nathan Foster was truly mean and domineering, he retaliated just because she criticized his figure for not having much to see.

This world, you can’t afford to mess with it, can’t afford to mess with it!

South Grant lay angrily on the bed.

Of course, at the very edge, Nathan watched her movements, the corners of his lips slightly lifted.

"Be careful not to fall off."

South Grant turned her back to him, rolling her eyes.

Fall then fall, better than lying next to him.

Nathan Foster saw her stay still; he couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Nathan Foster’s voice was very pleasing.

Low and melodious, rich in magnetism.

Like the last string of a cello softly swirling by the ear.

And this was the kind of voice that spoke again by South Grant’s ear.

Right by her ear, she could even feel his warm breath.

"If you fall, it will be as flat as nailed on a board, even flatter!"

Nailed on a board...

What the heck!

You’re the one nailed on a board! (To explain to the dears, nailed on a board, use your imagination, flat wooden board with two nails, that’s nailed on a board. Share your thoughts in the comments...)

South Grant suddenly turned over at this point, saying angrily:

"I want to if I want, how’s it your..." business?

The word ’business’ wasn’t even said, because as she turned, she faced Nathan Foster’s slightly curved lips.

The moment their lips touched, South Grant felt as if struck by lightning.

She heard Nathan Foster’s breath quicken, then his sharp eyes deepened almost instantly.

Like the dark night sky, like an abyss without end.

Seeming to swallow her whole.

Ps: Speaking of which, I’m in a particularly bad mood today, normally I would act cute with you all, you guys rarely know much about me.

I’ve been divorced for four years, have a son, raising him on my own.

For three years between scraping by and pinching pennies, but never looked back.

I could have compromised not to divorce, but I want to be someone who can stand tall and walk upright.

I won’t comment on my ex-husband, today’s bad mood is because of my son.

Today my son told me, a kid in the neighborhood said: you have no dad, you and your mom are poor people, you’re not worthy to play with me.

This happened a month ago, when I heard that today, my hands were shaking.

I actually didn’t want to cry, no matter how many days and nights I’ve made it through, I haven’t cried.

But if I don’t cry, there’s a big lump in my throat, can’t spit it out, can’t swallow it.

Human nature is inherently good.

Who the heck said that?

To be a role model, nurturing souls.

Who the heck said that?

The kid’s parents are teachers, you don’t know how furious I was hearing that.

I’m not poor, I have enough income to support myself and my son, give him a good life.

I have mental wealth and a strong mindset, I can withstand any rumors, any gossip.

But, my darling is still young.

He’s so insecure he didn’t dare tell mom, didn’t dare let mom know others say her mom’s poor.

Today my mood is very bad, too many emotions to vent, but don’t know how to vent them.

Don’t even know why it got to this point, vented to you all.

Maybe tomorrow when my emotions settle, I’ll delete this part.

Good night, my dears.

Only one update tonight, couldn’t write cheerful words, owe you one update, I’ll repay it tomorrow.

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