Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Chapter 284 - 283: The Feeling of Changing Wives

Old Butler Keller shook his head, "I didn’t see who it was, but they were quite tall with long hair, and from the back, they seemed very graceful and as gentle and calm as water."

Gentle and calm as water...

Foster would probably cry hearing such a description...

Harold Foster showed a satisfied expression at this point, nodding with considerable relief.

"Nathan seems to have finally come around." Harold Foster then thought of something and asked, "You said he went out on a bike date?"

"Yes, I saw Nathan riding a bike with that girl."

"Good, good, he knows how to be romantic. I believe it won’t be long before we can celebrate a wedding." Harold Foster thought happily.

Old Butler Keller noticed the old chief was squinting with joy but felt too embarrassed to mention that the girl looked quite young, probably not even at the legal marriage age, so the wedding celebration might still be a ways off.

Meanwhile, Nathan Foster was cycling with South Grant. Initially unfamiliar with biking, he had become quite skilled by now.

South Grant watched his earlier movements, unable to resist her curiosity, "Is this your first time?"

The way he moved suggested he hadn’t biked before. Probably, he either rode in cars or drove himself growing up, with little chance for biking.

Nathan Foster, meanwhile, leisurely said, "I’ve saved many of my firsts. Which first are you asking about?"

South Grant: "..."

You’re unbelievable!

Everything you do ends up like driving!

"You keep on saving those then." South Grant retorted.

"Hmm, I’m saving them for you." Nathan Foster replied.

"I..." Today I’m a lady, today I’m a lady, today I’m a lady.

South Grant silently recited three times in her heart, finally calming down.

At the uphill spot, Nathan Foster said ahead, "Hold on tight."

South Grant reached out and grabbed his sides.

As it was summer, they wore light clothing.

South Grant immediately felt the muscles on either side of his waist, firm and clearly the result of regular exercise.

Just then, Nathan Foster leisurely remarked:

"Don’t touch randomly; you have to be responsible."

Startled, South Grant quickly let go, realizing she was on an uphill path; once she let go, she nearly fell back, frightening her into holding onto Nathan Foster tightly again.

Right at that moment, as she held onto Nathan Foster, she heard him chuckle softly.

"In such a hurry to take responsibility?"

South Grant: "..."

While Nathan Foster was enjoying himself and South Grant felt thwarted, they arrived at the amusement park.

The number of people at the amusement park today was just right; if too crowded, it would be stifling, but too few would make it no fun.

At this moment, it was perfect.

South Grant pulled Nathan Foster over to line up for tickets, conveniently at a spot with a mirror, allowing her to see their reflection.

Though South Grant didn’t want to admit it, they did look particularly pleasing together in the mirror.

Nathan Foster turned back, noticing South Grant’s gaze fixed on the mirror, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Uncle, what do you think of my outfit today?"

Nathan Foster looked her up and down, then said with a faint smile:

"It feels like a harem."

"Harem?" What does a harem mean? "Uncle, are you trying to say that all three thousand favors are focused on me?"

"Ha, you’re overthinking it." Nathan Foster shot her a sidelong glance, "I meant to say that your outfit makes me feel like changing wives."

Feel like changing wives...