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.

dinner to Suzanne’s room. After she finished eating, Suzanne found a book

take a shower. When she finished half an hour later, she realized that she had no clean clothes to change

she washed her dirty clothes and hung them along the bathroom window to dry

froze at the sight in front of her, her

his chiseled body. The faint scars

sudden sight and didn’t know how

his brows at her. Her visibly flushed cheeks and innocent eyes

shoulders before trailing down

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

throat and fetched a set of casual sportswear from his

he stuffed the clothes into

clutched the

until she heard his command.

toward the bathroom. “What are you doing in my room, Mr. Morrison?”

the one who

She was.

to seek a divorce, not suffer through a

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

pounding heart before

Nathan emerged from the bathroom in

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

pining after him for three years, her rationality told her that keeping

blanket before walking over to her bed. “It’s late. Let’s

fingers clenched at the hem of her shirt as she stared at him with

side of the bed, closing his eyes. “Not for

you better

agreed

It left her feeling restless as she watched him lie down.

and pillow and laid them