Chapter 527 - 526: I’ll Behave Myself and Not Touch You

Chapter 527: Chapter 526: I’ll Behave Myself and Not Touch You

South Grant fell asleep soon, and in the middle of the night, she habitually searched for a warm place. She was used to reaching out to Nathan Foster, and tonight she rolled over again to his side.

However, when she reached out her hand, she found no one there, and South Grant immediately woke up.

She felt Nathan Foster’s spot; it was cold, indicating he hadn’t come back to sleep.

South Grant put on slippers and walked to the study. There was no one at the desk either. Where could he have gone?

She looked around and found Nathan Foster lying on the bed in the study, asleep.

South Grant was slightly stunned.

Why was he sleeping here?

South Grant tiptoed over and then lifted a corner of Nathan Foster’s quilt to roll in.

Nathan Foster’s embrace was still so warm, lying in his arms was very comfortable.

When South Grant climbed into bed, Nathan Foster woke up.

Holding the soft warmth in his arms, Nathan Foster let out a long sigh.

"What’s wrong? Are you spurning me?" South Grant couldn’t help frowning and asking.

Nathan Foster hugged her closer, "How could it be spurning, it’s clearly fear."

South Grant was even more confused, "Why fear?"

Then South Grant thought of something and said, "Didn’t Vincent say that the second personality is asleep now? She’s not appearing, so what are you afraid of?"

Nathan Foster didn’t expect her to think of the second personality and let out a bitter laugh:

"It’s nothing to do with that, I’m afraid because I lack self-control."

Now South Grant understood.

"Why weren’t you afraid before?" South Grant felt that Nathan Foster was making excuses.

"Before, you were underage."

South Grant couldn’t help but chuckle; to her, there’s no difference between being a minor and an adult.

Because she’s reincarnated, she never felt underage in her heart.

"You forgot, in my previous life, I was twenty-eight when I died, never felt underage. Moreover, although we weren’t married in the last life, we did that kind of thing quite a lot. If you’re really uncomfortable, I don’t mind."

South Grant’s words made Nathan Foster, who was holding her, feel like he was hugging a furnace.

He was already uncomfortable, and now South Grant said such things.

Nathan Foster withdrew his arm from around her and said:

"Girls should be a bit more reserved."

South Grant didn’t like this and sat up to look at Nathan Foster, saying:

"You’re really contradictory, in my last life when I didn’t want to, you forced yourself on me. Now that I’m open about it, you say girls should be reserved; you’ve trained me to be like this, how can I be reserved now!"

Though unsure of what happened in the past life, Nathan Foster was sure there was a reason for forcing South Grant.

"Forget about the past life, in this life, I’ll give you a wonderful first time. A girl’s first time should be in the bridal chamber on the wedding night."

South Grant felt touched, not expecting Nathan Foster to be so considerate for her.

Then, South Grant thought of a question and asked:

"So does this mean I have to sleep alone until we get married?"

"Yes."

"But I’m not used to it!" South Grant pouted.

Lately, she’s developed the habit of sleeping with Nathan Foster, so sleeping alone would be very uncomfortable for her.

"You’ll get used to it gradually."

South Grant’s eyes turned, and she said, "How about this, we still sleep together, and I’ll be well-behaved and not touch you."