Listening to South Grant's words, Nathan Foster's lips curled into a mocking sneer.
"Heh heh."
South Grant, hearing Nathan Foster's cold laughter, emphasized again:
"Really, he was such a gentleman, didn't do anything to make me uncomfortable."
Nathan Foster listened to South Grant describing Chester Lynch as a gentleman, he lowered his head and looked at her dangerously.
"You mean to say I'm not gentlemanly enough?"
Seeing that he couldn't stand her praising someone else, South Grant stopped talking and began to soothe him.
"No matter how much of a gentleman he is, it's useless. I just like you, this ungentlemanly, unchivalrous guy."
As she spoke, South Grant hugged his neck, curled around his head, and pecked his lips lightly.
Afterwards, Nathan Foster's eyes dimmed, "You started this first."
I...
Chester Lynch stood under the streetlight at a distance, standing there for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.
