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.
