Chapter 568 - 567: South Grant’s Erotic Dream

Chapter 568: Chapter 567: South Grant’s Erotic Dream

"So you agreed to be someone else’s boyfriend?" Nathan Foster raised an eyebrow at South Grant.

"Didn’t I tell you? She knows I’m a girl, and it’s just to put her father at ease. Why are you jealous of a woman?" South Grant was pretty much done with Nathan Foster.

"What if she’s into women?"

"Pfft..."

South Grant looked at Nathan Foster’s serious expression and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. The more she thought about it, the funnier it got, and she collapsed into his arms, laughing heartily. Nathan Foster’s jealousy was unmatched.

"Don’t worry, she’s perfectly normal and into guys. I’m also normal, and the only person I like is you."

South Grant said this to calm Nathan Foster’s exploding jar of jealousy.

"Count yourself lucky." Nathan Foster sat up, "If it happens again, I won’t let you off so easily."

At this point, South Grant swore to the heavens, "There will definitely be no next time. Whether it’s male admirers or female ones, if I attract another, I promise to obediently lie on the bed and let you tickle me to death."

Nathan Foster listened to South Grant’s words and cast her a sideways glance.

"It won’t just be tickling to death."

As Nathan Foster said this casually, trains of thought began to race in South Grant’s mind. If not being tickled to death, then what?

Could it be making love to death?

That’s no good, too gory, and too violent...

Most importantly, it’s too dirty!

While South Grant was still daydreaming, Nathan Foster went to wash up.

Because South Grant’s imagination ran wild before bed, it directly led to her having a rather vivid dream.

The dream’s female lead was South Grant, and of course, the male lead was Nathan Foster. She dreamed of engaging in a wonderfully intimate activity with Nathan Foster.

In the dream, she thoroughly enjoyed it. Upon waking the next day, South Grant was still savoring the memory of the dream.

As she brushed her teeth, she marveled at the mysterious nature of women. In her past life, she repelled Nathan Foster, and every intimate encounter with him made her feel sick to her stomach.

Forget about pleasure and enjoyment; those were completely nonexistent, and the entire process was just painful.

No matter how many tricks Nathan Foster had up his sleeve, she couldn’t resonate with him.

Now, however, she could dream about experiencing such wonderful feelings.

After sighing, South Grant concluded the matter.

Women are emotional creatures. In her past life, the pain from those encounters came from her heart’s rejection of Nathan Foster, but that’s not the case now.

She’s now accepted Nathan Foster deep down, ready to spend her life with him, and naturally no longer rejects those physical contacts.

During those moments, her heart remains still, or perhaps even holds a hint of anticipation.

Lost in thought, South Grant’s cheeks tinged red as she gazed at her reflection.

Just then, Nathan Foster returned from his morning exercise. As he entered the bathroom to freshen up, he saw South Grant staring blankly into the mirror.

Nathan Foster looked at her and asked,

"Why is your face red?"

South Grant snapped back to reality. By then, Nathan Foster had discarded his shirt outside and entered wearing just a pair of camo pants, his upper body bare.

His well-defined muscles, alluring contours, sun-kissed skin, and overall powerful physique.

Just like the scene in her dream last night, he used his strong and commanding body to please her.

South Grant’s cheeks flushed even deeper red. She splashed some cold water on her face.