Nathan Foster listened to South Grant refusing, and as he reached out to brush aside her bangs, South Grant opened the car door and jumped out of the SUV.
Nathan Foster then also opened the car door and got out, he walked around the front of the vehicle to stand beside South Grant.
"That day, I said that to understand your other personality, I kept you by my side. You were angry with me about this, and rightly so. Your anger proves you care, yet at the time I didn't understand, and I lashed out at you, even kissed you later without your consent."
South Grant looked up at this man, today's moonlight was the same as that day's—equally bright and pure.
Nathan Foster's voice was gentle and low, deep yet pleasant.
Like the strings of a cello, its tone enchanting.
If before, South Grant never thought Nathan Foster would ever apologize to someone, yet at this moment she truly heard it—Nathan Foster was apologizing to her for what happened that day.
