Limited Time Marriage: Nice to Meet You Mr. Foster

Later, Nathan Foster insisted, so South Grant could only follow and run two laps. It was only on the second lap that she belatedly realized what Nathan Foster meant earlier!

Oh crap! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

You’ve taken it to the skies with your dirty mind!

At this moment, Nathan Foster was also running, having long since left South Grant far behind.

When South Grant truly couldn’t run any longer, she sat beside the track, watching Nathan Foster and the soldiers running.

These young, energetic soldiers were all shirtless, wearing only camo pants while they ran.

The sun-kissed honey-colored skin looked particularly appealing in the morning light.

Their robust muscles, solid arms, and agile figures formed the most beautiful scenery in the morning light.

South Grant sat on the side, leisurely admiring the view.

When Nathan Foster ran over, he saw South Grant’s gaze following that group of soldiers.

Nathan Foster called their captain over and said something to him in a low voice. Then, the captain ran over to the soldiers and said something severe.

Immediately, the soldiers picked up the camouflage clothes placed beside them and put them on.

Watching this scene unfold, South Grant realized what Nathan Foster had said to the captain.

In her mind, she was cursing, thinking Nathan Foster was depriving her of her right to admire handsome men!

Nathan Foster walked over to South Grant, looking down at her from above.

"Had enough eye candy?"

"You’re really stingy. Just looking at your soldiers won’t harm you." South Grant teased Nathan Foster.

With their morning run over, the soldiers lined up neatly and ran back.

South Grant pointed to the soldier at the back:

"I noticed him earlier. He’s got the best physique among them. Those sexy abs, that V-taper, his muscles just scream power. What’s his name? I’ll add him on WeChat later, and when he’s out of the army, I’ll sign him up for the entertainment industry. With his rugged look, he’d definitely gain a fan base."

South Grant remembered that in a few years, rugged masculinity would be all the rage in the entertainment industry.

"I trained them all myself; do you think you can snatch them from me?" Nathan Foster looked at South Grant as if she was delusional.

She had such big eyes, yet she couldn’t see what’s right in front of her.

What did she mean by the best physique?

The best one she didn’t even notice!

When South Grant heard that Nathan Foster had trained them himself, she knew she had no hope. She sighed and shook her head, saying,

"That’s really unfortunate. But even more unfortunate is that I can’t sign you up. If I could, your face alone would be enough without considering your physique." South Grant sincerely evaluated.

Little did South Grant know that her words unknowingly extinguished the spark of anger that had just flared up in someone.

Nathan Foster’s tone was rather calm as he said,

"Don’t even think about adding them on WeChat. It’s a closed-off environment here, no phones allowed in the military."

"Then how do they send messages or get in touch?"

"They yell."

"..." South Grant was speechless at Nathan Foster’s simple yet fitting answer, "It seems pretty tough to serve under you, relying on shouting to relay messages and probably hand signals to deal with insomnia at night."

Nathan Foster: "..."