Chapter 481 - 480: My Turn to Flirt with You

Chapter 481: Chapter 480: My Turn to Flirt with You

South Grant didn’t really like the hospital atmosphere, so he left the hospital that day.

Ivan Keller had dedicated medical staff taking care of her, so Nathan Foster didn’t need to worry about her.

South Grant returned home, and as soon as he turned on his phone, a slew of WeChat messages came through.

When he opened them, they were from Caleb Holt.

"South, where did you go?"

"South, is he giving you a hard time?"

"South, I’ve been trying to call you but can’t get through. Where did he take you?"

"Reply to let me know you’re safe after receiving this message."

And many more like these, Caleb Holt had been worried sick the past couple of days.

South Grant thought of the scene when Nathan Foster took him away, kissing him right in front of Caleb Holt.

Caleb Holt’s little heart probably took quite a shock.

He must have thought, in all his years, this is the first time he’s seen a real-life gay couple.

As South Grant was considering how to reply to him, a hand reached over and took his phone away.

"Give me back my phone." South Grant reached out to take it back.

Nathan Foster had just walked to his side; out of the corner of his eye, he had already seen the messages Caleb Holt sent.

Nathan Foster scrolled through them, Caleb Holt’s worry was evident.

Seeing the line "Is he giving you a hard time?" Nathan Foster let out a cold smile.

Then he tossed the phone back to South Grant.

South Grant initially thought Nathan Foster would have deleted Caleb Holt from his contacts after taking the phone.

Unexpectedly, he hadn’t touched his phone, and Caleb Holt was still snugly sitting in his friend list.

"I thought you’d delete Caleb Holt."

Nathan Foster’s pathological possessiveness was so intense that he probably wouldn’t even let a male mosquito near him.

"It’s just Caleb Holt." Nathan Foster said nonchalantly, making South Grant raise an eyebrow. Nathan Foster continued:

"If I treat you sincerely, and keep you with affection, no matter who it is, even Caleb Holt, you’d never leave."

South Grant thought Nathan Foster had likely switched on some kind of love-banter mode.

Nathan Foster looked down at South Grant, seeing the subtle expression in his eyes, and asked:

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I feel like you’re a different person. You used to tease me a couple of times for no reason, but now you’re somewhat different." South Grant was speaking honestly.

"Which one do you like?" Nathan Foster asked her with interest.

South Grant thought about it, then said:

"I mean, your teasing was quite annoying, and at the time I found it irritating, but thinking back, it was really funny. It always makes me chuckle. But your sweet talk, I find it quite corny no matter how I hear it."

After South Grant spoke, Nathan Foster gave her a sidelong glance.

"Do you know what kind of person someone like you is?"

"What kind?"

"Innately like a cucumber, deserving a slap. Later on, like a walnut, deserving a thump."

"..." South Grant was teary-eyed, as expected, the gentle uncle was the cutest, "I think your sweet talk sounds the best."

"Too late." Nathan Foster said lightly, retracting his flirtation skills.

"No worries, I’ll flirt with you." South Grant grinned and leaned closer to Nathan Foster, "Do you know what I want to drink now?"

Nathan Foster glanced at her with a slanted gaze, and South Grant continued, "I want to cherish you."

Nathan Foster remained unmoved, and South Grant pressed on:

"Do you know what I want to eat now?"