Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 290 - 289: Do You Have Any Decency?

Dinner was easily sorted out, there’s a street next to the cinema, entirely full of food stalls.

All kinds of snacks were there, and South Grant pulled Nathan Foster along, wandering from stall to stall.

Their good looks made them especially noticeable on this street, some even mistook them for celebrities out for a stroll.

Someone picked up a phone to take photos, but Nathan Foster, being quite alert, shielded South Grant, leaving no one able to take a picture.

Even if they took candid photos, they could only capture Nathan Foster’s profile.

Though South Grant’s outfit was really simple, just an ordinary dress,

since it was on her, it drew extra attention.

Passing men couldn’t help but take another look at her, causing Nathan Foster to repeatedly have a gloomy face.

South Grant, clueless about the situation, just thought Nathan Foster didn’t like the place.

"Why the long face? Don’t like it here?"

"When we get back, make sure to properly wear your jeans and T-shirt, put this dress away." Nathan Foster commented, eyeing her fair and slender legs under her pleated skirt.

South Grant was taller than an average girl, not inferior even when standing in front of an average guy.

Along with her striking demeanor, confident attitude, and captivating face, it was impossible not to draw attention.

Upon hearing Nathan Foster’s words, South Grant knew he was getting jealous because others were looking at her.

What a big jealous king!

At this moment, South Grant blinked playfully at Nathan Foster and said, "Is it truly safe if I wear jeans? I might still attract a few handsome guys."

After saying this, seeing Nathan Foster’s face darken, South Grant chuckled a few times.

"Oh, you take it seriously again. Am I that lacking in integrity?"

"Heh, do you even know what integrity is?" Nathan Foster asked her bluntly.

"I’m telling you, acting like this will make you lose me." South Grant threatened him.

At this moment, Nathan Foster lifted his hand to ruffle her hair, the smile in his eyes deepening, he changed his words: "No, it won’t."

"Why not?"

"Because I’ll be lacking integrity along with you." Nathan Foster gave a gentle chuckle.

Ugh...

Should Foster’s sweet talk score a perfect 10?

But what if he gets too proud?

Happy times always pass so quickly, and before they knew it, it was already 9 PM.

The street vendors in the food street began packing up, and at this moment, South Grant rubbed her stomach, looking thoroughly satisfied.

"So full."

When Nathan Foster looked at her, his gaze was so affectionate, it seemed to melt a person.

"Want to exercise a bit to help digestion?"

Exercise to help digestion...

When this phrase repeated in Nathan’s mouth, naturally South Grant thought of some kind of censored scene...

"No, no, my digestive system is fine..." South Grant quickly replied.

Nathan Foster could tell she misunderstood, he tapped her head gently.

"What goes on in that little head of yours every day."

Just as Nathan finished speaking, a clap of thunder sounded from the sky.

In summer, thunder and rain are most common.

But right after hearing the thunder, bean-sized raindrops began to fall.

At this moment, South Grant grabbed Nathan Foster’s hand and ran outside.

There was nowhere to hide on the snack street, and after running out, they saw the rear entrance of a mall across the street, with fewer people and a place to take shelter from the rain.

South Grant pulled Nathan Foster over.