Chapter 580 - 579: Exhausted to the Point of Kidney Deficiency

Chapter 580: Chapter 579: Exhausted to the Point of Kidney Deficiency

Nathan Foster sat down and tapped her on the head.

Old habits die hard; environments change easily, but dirt is hard to remove.

South Grant rubbed the spot where he had tapped her, and Nathan Foster laughed as he ruffled her hair.

Her hair was black and silky, and Nathan Foster wouldn’t get tired of touching it all day.

His hand touched the spot where she had surgery years ago. It had already healed, a non-invasive surgery, with no visible scar, but the spot that was operated on had a line where no hair grew.

Fortunately, it was at the back of her head, covered.

At night, when sleeping, South Grant was restless, like a little worm who couldn’t settle down without moving a few times.

In the past two years, except during her recovery from surgery, when Nathan Foster and South Grant slept, there could have been a train running in between.

A very large bed, prepared by Nathan Foster.

As South Grant grew up, her femininity became more and more pronounced. Even without holding her in the same bedding, Nathan Foster found himself needing a lot of restraint just watching her.

That night, South Grant wriggled around until she eventually ended up next to Nathan Foster.

"Hold me."

"No."

"Coward!" South Grant complained, but Nathan Foster didn’t respond. South Grant then snuggled up closer to him, "But I can’t sleep."

"Go for a run," Nathan Foster said nonchalantly.

"I don’t want to run, I want to do something else," South Grant hinted wildly.

Nathan Foster turned to look at her, his gaze dark and mysterious.

"South Grant, don’t play with fire!" Nathan Foster almost growled through gritted teeth.

South Grant looked seriously at Nathan Foster, "I’m serious, I’m not the same as when I first came of age two years ago. I’m twenty now!"

The past couple of years, bit by bit, they’ve supported each other through everything, and South Grant has seen it all.

South Grant knew how Nathan Foster treated her.

Marriage, titles, those things—South Grant stopped caring about them long ago.

In this world, probably only Nathan Foster would treat her like this.

Personality split, can’t handle stimulation, anyone else would probably think of her as insane.

But Nathan Foster didn’t. He set everything aside to accompany her through her treatment.

He’d rather not go back than let her be exposed.

She had stopped holding anything back from him long ago.

At this point, South Grant said confidently, "Why are you pretending to be shy? In our past life, you were like a hungry wolf, almost wanting to kill me on the bed. What are you afraid of now? I’m being so forward, and you can still hold back, do you not love me at all?"

South Grant intentionally teased Nathan Foster.

Just after South Grant finished speaking, she felt a blur in front of her eyes. When she came back to her senses, she was looking at Nathan Foster, who was now pressing down on her.

South Grant’s heart was beating wildly, almost saying: Come on, baby.

The way South Grant dressed now was very different from before; she no longer wore those conservative long-sleeve, long-pant pajamas.

Tonight, she deliberately wore very sexy strap pajamas, and when Nathan Foster turned over and pressed her down, one of the straps slid off.

South Grant had a great figure. She was taller than many women, with long legs that gave her an advantage.

Previously skinny, she had been well taken care of by Nathan Foster over the past two years.

The areas that should gain weight did, and those that shouldn’t didn’t gain an ounce. Her body was a stunning hourglass.

At this moment, South Grant was confident that if Nathan Foster dared to take off her clothes, she could absolutely enchant him to the point of forgetfulness, and tire him out completely.