"So this is how you define romance." Nathan said casually at this moment, looking at South Grant with a smile in his eyes, "If you like this kind of romantic gesture, that's fine too."
This kind of gesture...
You be a bit more romantic, I'll be a bit more patient...
"..." Who told you I liked it?
Originally, I thought I'd have to bicker with Foster for a while, but at this moment, something happened on the big screen in front of me.
Today, Henry Grant invited Rosalind Sutton over. Pursuing a confession was true; discussing the script was a lie.
It was just a smokescreen.
Now that the smokescreen was over, he would begin his true purpose.
He believed he had set up a grand romantic scene, little did he know, it had already been tampered with.
After adjusting the mood, he pointed to the big screen indoors and started speaking:
