Chapter 493 - 492: Get Some Rest Early

Chapter 493: Chapter 492: Get Some Rest Early

Chester Lynch’s smile froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

"You don’t have to commute back and forth just because of me."

"No, my uncle told me to go home after military training. It’s not troublesome; someone picks me up every day."

"That’s good." There was a hint of loss in Chester Lynch’s eyes, but he suppressed it.

At this moment, Chester Lynch seemed to think of something and asked South Grant, "Is there anything you don’t like? We’ll be roommates in the future, and I’ll try to avoid it."

South Grant thought for a moment and didn’t have any particular preferences, so he told Chester Lynch, "Does smoking count?"

Chester Lynch was taken aback, then smiled, recalling South Grant’s dislike for the smell of smoke outside the bar.

"I’ve already quit."

After that time, Chester Lynch quit smoking when he got back.

"That’s good. Smoking is also bad for your health," South Grant reminded him.

"Yeah, I know." Chester Lynch’s lips curled up slightly.

After that, South Grant went to pack his things, thinking, fortunately, Nathan Foster doesn’t smoke.

At this moment, Nathan Foster’s call came in. Chester Lynch glanced at the phone South Grant left on the table and saw the words "Foster" and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

South Grant picked up the phone and walked to the balcony to answer it.

Once the call was connected, Nathan Foster asked first, "Have you moved in?"

"Yes."

"Tomorrow is military training, get some rest early."

"Okay, you too." South Grant replied, and then, still uneasy, he said, "Uncle, I..."

"What’s wrong, why so hesitant?" Nathan Foster asked South Grant on the other end of the phone.

"I’m fine, I just don’t feel comfortable in the new environment." South Grant wanted to tell Nathan Foster, but he knew Nathan Foster would definitely disagree. He had just promised Chester Lynch, and if he said anything, it would be going back on his word.

So, at this moment, he could only find an excuse to avoid this topic.

"Don’t worry, tomorrow the military will assign instructors to you, and I’ll find an excuse to see you when I drive them over."

Nathan Foster personally driving the instructors to the school was something that had never happened before. South Grant knew he was finding an excuse to see him.

South Grant felt a sweet warmth inside, "Okay, I’ll wait for you tomorrow."

Chester Lynch sat on the sofa, looking as if he was reading a magazine intently, but his mind was entirely elsewhere.

He realized that this call was for Nathan Foster.

When she spoke, she didn’t deliberately lower her voice like she did in front of outsiders, which made it sound coarse and deep.

Now, using her natural voice, it sounded incredibly pleasant.

In the corner of his eye, Chester Lynch observed South Grant on the balcony. At this moment, her expression was unmistakably that of a young girl, completely different from her usual demeanor.

Though he knew she was a girl, it was the first time seeing her act so girlish.

After hanging up the call, South Grant came in from the balcony, coughed, then said:

"Chester, my uncle doesn’t know about this yet. Let’s not tell him for now. Anyway, half a month will pass quickly."

"Okay." Chester Lynch nodded.

Chester Lynch looked up at South Grant, then said:

"You don’t need to deliberately disguise your voice and face in front of me. Girls have delicate skin, so don’t wear too much makeup, or it’ll be bad for your skin over time."

After saying that, Chester Lynch stood up and went to the balcony, drew the curtains, and then lay on the bed there.

"Get some rest early. You go remove your makeup; I’m going to sleep."