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.

found a book on military strategies and kept herself entertained until late at

she finished half an hour later, she realized that she had no clean clothes to change into.

and hung them along the bathroom window to

front of

just taken off his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. The faint scars on his body added to his

sudden sight and didn’t know

furrowed his brows at her. Her visibly flushed cheeks and innocent eyes didn’t seem like an act.

landed on her exposed shoulders before

her doctor’s skills. Despite her numerous cosmetic procedures, her figure and appearance still looked captivating, but in

and fetched a set of casual sportswear from his closet before walking

he reached her side, he stuffed the

she immediately clutched

by his actions until she heard his command.

spun around and watched Nathan walk toward the bathroom. “What are you doing in my room,

he retorted, “Who was the one who asked to

She was.

to seek a divorce, not suffer through a loveless marriage with a

bathroom and closed the door, Suzanne exhaled deeply, as if

her pounding heart before touching her flushed face in

minutes, Nathan emerged from the bathroom in pajamas.

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

years, her rationality told her that keeping this marriage going would only

the closet and pulled out another blanket before walking over

her shirt as she stared at him with teary

his blanket and lay on one side of the

replied, “Then, you better act the part.”

agreed

answer. It left her feeling restless as she watched

she grabbed her blanket and pillow and laid