Nathan Foster flicked the cigarette butt into the roadside trash can, then turned around and gripped South Grant's shoulders, pinning her to the car seat.
"Is this funny?" Nathan's dark eyes glimmered with a dangerous light.
"No... no... it's not..." This kind of Nathan, looked just like a hungry wolf!
South Grant stuttered, scared.
Nathan stared at South, and as she looked at his face coming closer, she suddenly regretted it.
If the window paper hadn't been pierced, Nathan would still be mindful of his uncle's identity.
Now that he's confessed to her, there's indeed no blood relationship, would he lose a layer of scruples and turn into a beast directly?
"Hey... hey... even if Grandpa isn't your biological father, you're still my uncle in name now, don't go overboard..." South found herself with nowhere to retreat.
Nathan stopped three centimeters in front of her.
"It seems you still owe me something." Nathan looked into South's eyes, particularly solemn.
