Chapter 540 - 539: Damn, I Got Played

Chapter 540: Chapter 539: Damn, I Got Played

Caleb Holt felt a buzzing in his mind, as if something had exploded.

The sound was unmistakable about what was happening inside.

Caleb Holt fled in panic, wanting to erase everything he’d just heard from his mind.

Caleb returned pale-faced, and upon opening the door, he saw Nathan Foster and South Grant sitting in the room and was taken aback.

The people in the restroom weren’t them?

The intense activity going on in the restroom couldn’t have ended so quickly, allowing them to sit here.

There was only one possibility; the two inside weren’t Nathan Foster and South Grant.

Upon realizing this truth, Caleb Holt felt as though his heart would leap out.

Although he knew South Grant was involved with Nathan Foster, confirming that the event wasn’t between them filled him with uncontrollable joy.

"Caleb, where did you go looking for South? They both came back, and you haven’t returned."

Nathan Foster, hearing Caleb Holt mention he went out to look for South Grant, glanced at him.

South Grant, upon hearing, immediately understood why Caleb Holt’s face had looked off earlier.

He must have overheard Rhiannon Grant and Louis Young in the restroom.

Thinking it was her and Nathan Foster doing it.

Thankfully, she came back ahead of time, or explaining might have been impossible later on.

During this celebration party, South Grant didn’t touch any alcohol, as Nathan Foster prohibited him from drinking, and the rest of the crew also didn’t allow her to drink.

On the contrary, Nathan Foster drank quite a bit.

Upon returning in the evening, Dodo was driving.

Once back at the residence, Nathan Foster seemed really drunk or was pretending, lying motionless in the car.

South Grant helped him down, supporting his arm, guiding him to the room.

"You’re really heavy!" South Grant complained.

Dodo came over to lend a hand, but Nathan Foster pushed him away.

Dodo was momentarily stunned, then realized he was faking it.

Dodo chuckled twice and then drove off.

South Grant didn’t notice and led Nathan Foster into the room, helped him onto the bed, then removed his coat and shoes, fetched a warm towel from the bathroom, wiped his face, and then cleaned his hands and feet.

"Why is your drinking capacity so low? I recall you were able to drink before; now your tolerance is this bad."

South Grant continued wiping while complaining about Nathan Foster.

Nathan Foster lay on the bed, his lips curled slightly, pretending not to hear.

"Water...water..."

South Grant covered his feet and went to get him some water.

After bringing the water over, South briefly set the blanket aside on a small table, reaching to help Nathan Foster sit up, letting him lean against her, and then fed him the water.

After a couple of sips, Nathan Foster stopped drinking.

"Honey water."

Upon hearing Nathan Foster request honey water, South Grant huffed.

"Getting drunk and demanding honey water, you wish."

At this point, South Grant was quite thirsty, so she lifted her head and finished the rest.

Just as she drank, Nathan Foster said, "I want more."

Before South Grant could react, he slightly raised himself, lifted his head, precisely found South Grant’s lips, then enclosed them, sucking, allowing the sweetness to transfer.

South Grant’s eyes widened, staring into the pair of obsidian-like eyes so close, with only one thought in her mind.

Damn, fooled again!