Nathan Foster held South Grant's hand from the moment she started speaking, and the more she spoke, the tighter he held.
When she said it had little to do with her, the anger in Nathan Foster's eyes grew even stronger.
South Grant endured the pain on her wrist and met his gaze, showing no signs of backing down.
It was just that he wanted to figure things out, so he kept her around; it had nothing to do with feelings. She foolishly rejoiced that he was different from the past.
"Say it again!" Nathan Foster's voice was deep.
"I said let's break up. Being together feels constrained and uneasy. There's no need to stay just to figure things out."
The words 'break up' irritated Nathan Foster unusually.
He yanked South Grant over, his anger leaving him with only the desire to punish her harshly.
But South Grant dodged and pushed Nathan Foster away with force.
"Isn't it disgusting? Every time, all you ever do is force people, what else can you do?"
