After that, South Grant left Dodo and Didi behind to observe the follow-up situation, and then she went home.

South Grant was wearing a white strapless gown, so she naturally couldn’t enter through the main door.

South Grant sneaked in through the back door. There wasn’t anyone on the way, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief when she got back to her room.

Wearing a dress is such a hassle; she had to hold up her skirt along the way, entirely lacking the ease and freedom of wearing jeans, where you can take as big a step as you like.

When South Grant returned to her room, she lay down, sprawling out on the bed in the shape of a starfish.

"I’m exhausted. This dress is truly not something for humans to wear."

Just as South Grant finished speaking, she heard the door open. Nathan Foster appeared in his pajamas, leaning against the doorway, looking at South Grant lying on the bed with her arms and legs spread out.

South Grant slightly raised her head and saw Nathan, puzzled about why he came back so early today.

He was even wearing home clothes, clearly having been back for a while.

Just as South Grant was about to ask him why he came back so early, she saw Nathan walking over to her, standing by the bedside, leaning down to look at her with slightly raised eyebrows and a teasing smile in his eyes, saying:

"Quite a bold pose, I must say."

Only then did South Grant snap back to reality, giving him a speechless look.

She often lay on the bed like this, but back then she wore jeans and a t-shirt. Now, wearing a long white dress and lying with her legs and arms wide open seemed a bit indescribable.

South Grant sat up, intending to go to the bathroom to take a shower and change out of this outfit, but Nathan held her shoulders and made her sit back on the bed.

Nathan looked down at her from above, staring at her for a long time before saying:

"Looking at you like this, you do resemble a woman."

South Grant: "..."

Hmph, I’m naturally a woman, okay!

"Thanks for the compliment," South Grant grumbled, rolling her eyes at Nathan.

At this moment, Nathan’s gaze fell on her chest, which was quite padded.

South Grant followed his gaze and found that he was staring at the area stuffed with sponges.

South Grant was feeling quite awkward, wearing a strapless dress at this moment.

She looked down and for some reason, maybe the strapless top was too tight. Looking down like this, there was a slight, barely visible cleavage.

Even she could see it, let alone Nathan, who clearly saw the pancake-flat chest somehow squeezed into a tiny cleavage.

Recalling her past life, South Grant feared he might pounce on her like last night again. So she quickly said:

"Stuffed... It’s all thanks to the sponges."

Nathan raised an eyebrow, just about to say something when they heard two loud knocks on the door from outside.

South Grant was taken aback, wondering who could be knocking at this hour?

Nathan standing there in his pajamas in her room, and she dressed like that.

South Grant, lifting her skirt, quietly walked to the door and peeped through the peephole to see Fiona Grant outside.

South Grant turned back, pushing Nathan into the wardrobe, then reached inside to fetch her pajamas.

"Just bear with it for now, I’ll send her away."

After that, South Grant closed the wardrobe door and quickly changed out of her gown, slipping into her pajamas in no time.

Nathan, with a sullen face, was pushed into the wardrobe by South Grant. As he was about to open the door and tell her he would demand compensation later, he saw South Grant quickly take off her clothes with her back towards him.

Nathan’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and after South Grant finished putting on her pajamas, he silently closed the wardrobe door.

This compensation isn’t bad either.