Thinking of this, Nathan Foster extended his long arm and pulled her into his embrace.
South Grant couldn't match his strength in the end and was brought into his arms, kissed wantonly.
Only when South Grant's breathing became somewhat rapid did Nathan Foster finally relent and slightly release her lips.
At this time, he rested his forehead against hers, his arms still tightly holding her in his embrace.
Nathan Foster looked into her eyes, his voice hoarse as he spoke:
"What's the secret you're keeping from me?"
Upon hearing Nathan Foster's words, South Grant's heart skipped a beat.
"What are you talking about? I don't understand."
Nathan Foster simply stared at South Grant intently, saying nothing. His gaze was unnerving to South Grant; her heart pounded, not knowing what Nathan Foster might have discovered.
