Chapter 427 - 426: Dumbass

Chapter 427: Chapter 426: Dumbass

Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow, "What about back then?"

South Grant gritted his teeth, deciding to speak honestly.

"Back then, I stayed by your side just to figure out..."

As South Grant spoke up to this point, Nathan Foster’s eyes darkened, like stars in a cold night.

Before South Grant could say the rest, his lips were sealed by a kiss as cold as the wind.

South Grant murmured twice, then was tightly held by Nathan Foster; he hadn’t finished speaking!

At this moment, he was domineering and wildly bold, exuding the vigor of a male animal.

A kiss like plundering, sweeping over her entirely.

She could tell Nathan Foster was angry, his chest heaving, like a raging fire ready to engulf her any time.

This kiss was laced with pain, making South Grant extremely uncomfortable; he was not like he usually was.

On ordinary days, even kissing would be gentle, like the warm breeze of March.

It would never make her uncomfortable, only leave her utterly enchanted, yet today’s kiss was like a storm.

South Grant wanted to struggle, but the more she moved, the tighter Nathan held her.

At this moment, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, raising it above her head, with his other hand, burning with fury, beginning the assault.

The row of buttons on her pajamas seemed to have disappeared, and her clothes were torn open by Nathan Foster, causing South Grant’s body to tremble involuntarily. This scene reminded her of their first time in her past life.

Back then, in the darkness, South Grant couldn’t see what he looked like, but she felt as though the man on top was a ferocious beast without reason, tearing her to pieces, swallowing her whole, repeated and unrelenting, it was anything but a pleasant memory.

This scene was so similar to that time.

It was South Grant’s trembling that brought back Nathan Foster’s sanity; he suddenly paused, though their lips still touched, the biting and sucking motions stopped.

Only hearing Nathan Foster sigh longingly, reaching out to embrace South Grant, no longer moving.

After a while, South Grant realized Nathan Foster was taking no further actions.

His familiar scent, and the solid embrace, gradually brought South Grant back from the unpleasant dream.

She told herself in her heart that those were from a lifetime ago, never to happen again, that Nathan Foster was different from then.

"I..." South Grant began to speak again, but Nathan’s arm tightened, scaring her into thinking he was about to continue his previous actions.

At this moment, Nathan sighed deeply, then, with a hoarse voice, said:

"Even if you stayed by my side for another reason, I wouldn’t let go of you."

South Grant realized after Nathan spoke that his earlier anger was because of this.

She then looked up from Nathan’s embrace, staring at him, the sting and frustration from the biting just now making sense.

South Grant angrily cursed:

"You idiot!"

The curse made Nathan Foster pause, after which South Grant reached out to hold Nathan Foster’s face.

Then, South Grant leaned in and bit down.

Nathan Foster inhaled sharply, but he didn’t pull away, allowing South Grant to continue biting him.

South Grant just looked at Nathan Foster with her eyes wide open, seeing him neither struggle nor move, the gentle tenderness in his eyes tinged with indulgence, as if letting her do whatever she wished.