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.

finished eating, Suzanne found a book on military strategies and

she finished half an hour

clothes and hung them along the bathroom window to dry before wrapping a towel around her body and stepping

froze at the sight in front of her, her face burning

off his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. The faint scars

the sudden sight and didn’t know

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

eyes landed on her exposed shoulders

her figure and appearance still

cleared his throat and fetched a set of casual sportswear from his closet

he stuffed the clothes

immediately clutched the

his actions until she heard his

bathroom. “What are you doing in

her, he retorted, “Who was the one who asked to

She was.

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

the door, Suzanne exhaled deeply, as if she

a hand over her pounding heart before touching

15 minutes, Nathan emerged from the bathroom in

nervously. “Mr. Morrison,

rationality told her that keeping this marriage going would only bring her pain.

blanket before walking over to her

wreck. Her fingers clenched at the hem of her shirt as she stared at him with teary eyes. Softly, she asked, “Aren’t

and lay on one side of the bed, closing

nervous, Suzanne replied, “Then, you better

agreed

left her feeling restless

and pillow and laid them