South Grant watched her finish speaking, then dangerously lowered his gaze.

How well does South Grant know Nathan Foster? Just one look from him, and South could tell if Nathan wanted to be in front or behind.

By lowering his head like this, one hundred percent, he wanted to devour her.

South Grant turned and tried to run back, but Nathan Foster, as if anticipating what she would do, extended his long arm, wrapped it around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

"Tease me and then run?" Nathan Foster’s voice was dark and husky, with an indescribable magnetic charm.

Especially in the night, it resonated like the final string of a cello, softly penetrating the ears.

"I’m not running, I’m just looking for a dog for you." South Grant said stiffly.

"You can do that."

After saying those four words, Nathan Foster lowered his head.

South Grant made a few muffled sounds, realizing she couldn’t escape Nathan Foster’s embrace, she gave up struggling.

Nathan Foster did not make any more inappropriate moves, he just held her tightly, embedding her into his chest, and kissed her fiercely.

South Grant now understood why Nathan Foster didn’t wait at the front door but called her to the back door.

The front door had guards, making it inconvenient for him to do such things, whereas the back door was deserted, allowing him to act freely.

At this time, everyone in The Foster Family should have been asleep, yet Fiona Grant was still awake.

The report mentioned a lunar eclipse tomorrow, so she got a telescope today, planning to use it to entertain her grandfather, Harold Foster, tomorrow. She placed it by her window, adjusting it to face outside.

Unintentionally, Fiona Grant’s telescope caught a pair of people locked in a kiss.

She quickly turned the telescope back.

From Fiona’s angle, she saw that the person held in the man’s arms was none other than South Grant.

At this moment, South Grant was wearing a beige pajama set, her usually strong stature softened with a touch of feminine grace within the man’s tall silhouette.

Fiona Grant was somewhat shocked.

Because the man holding South Grant was in military uniform, Fiona couldn’t see the insignia on his shoulder, nor did she know his rank, but she could tell he was a military man.

Who could this person be? When did South Grant get such a boyfriend?

In front of outsiders, she always dressed like a boy, having no chance to date, who could this person be?

Could it be a guard from the Foster Family?

Clutching the telescope, Fiona stared intently, trying to see who that person was.

But the man had his back to her, making it impossible to see clearly.

Fiona’s heart itched like a cat scratching, eager to know who this person was.

She saw that man dominantly pin South Grant against a tree by the roadside, kissing and caressing her harshly, yet Fiona still couldn’t see his face.

Soon, that man let go of South Grant, murmuring something to her, while South Grant raised her hand and hit his chest.

The man grasped her hand, lowering his head, presumably to kiss it at the lips.

Then he walked towards a car at the roadside.

It was a military vehicle. Since it was night, Fiona couldn’t see the license plate, but was sure it wasn’t a Foster family guard; the guards wouldn’t drive a military vehicle to the back door.

Who could this person be?

Fiona Grant was very curious. She watched as the man got in the car and drove off, leaving South Grant standing alone by the back door, watching as the car gradually disappeared into the night.

South Grant stood there for a while before returning to her room.