The Wrong Woman

Chapter 5

The air around Nathan buzzed with danger. “Are you threatening me?”

Suzanne struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by his dominance. “Please don’t force me to do something I don’t want to.”

Nathan narrowed his eyes at her.

Her flawless, charming face reminded him of what Sally had looked like as a child.

In a daze, he gave her a meaningful smile. “I admit you’ve done a great job at making your face look like hers as a child. No wonder Grandma likes you so much.”

Hers as a child?

Suzanne wondered who he was referring to.

While she was distracted, Nathan calmly replied, “Alright, I agree.”

With that, he turned around and left with Cole.

Suzanne was dumbfounded by his reply. She didn’t understand what Nathan had agreed to.

Had he agreed to the divorce or to live together as husband and wife?

…

Night fell, and a gentle breeze swept through the room.

she finished eating, Suzanne found a book on military strategies and kept herself

felt tired, she decided to take a shower. When she finished half an hour later, she realized that she

and hung them along the bathroom window to dry before wrapping a towel around

in front of her, her

his chiseled body. The faint scars on his body

the sudden sight and

visibly flushed cheeks and innocent

shoulders before trailing

skills. Despite her numerous cosmetic procedures, her figure

fetched a set of casual sportswear from his closet before walking toward the

reached her side, he stuffed the clothes into her

she immediately clutched the clothes tightly.

his actions until she heard his

spun around and watched Nathan walk toward the bathroom. “What are you doing

retorted, “Who was the one who asked to live

She was.

a divorce, not suffer through a loveless marriage with a mistress

entered the bathroom and closed the door, Suzanne exhaled

over her pounding heart before touching her

15 minutes, Nathan emerged from the

up nervously. “Mr. Morrison, can we talk?”

had been pining after him for three years, her rationality told her that

pulled out another blanket before walking over to her

nervous wreck. Her fingers clenched at the hem of her shirt as she stared at him with teary eyes. Softly,

spread out his blanket and lay on one side

nervous, Suzanne replied, “Then, you better

agreed without

expected such a direct answer. It left her feeling restless as she watched him lie down.

her blanket and pillow and laid them on