The Wrong Woman

Chapter 22

Suzanne closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tried to swallow her distress, but it was just too painful to bear.

Unbidden tears welled in her eyes.

The next morning, Suzanne got out of bed, freshened herself up, and walked out of her bedroom.

She was startled when she saw the people sitting on the sofa in the living room–they were important people, whose discussion of important matters was interrupted by her

appearance.

They looked at her curiously.

Nathan stood up and introduced her politely. “Mr. President, this is my wife, Suzanne.”

The president of Norvania, Donald Tacker, was a middle–aged man in his fifties. His eyes held a kind twinkle, which made him look friendly and amiable.

Suzanne was taken aback by Nathan’s easy introduction. Maybe he just didn’t want to hide. anything from the president.

Nervously, she went up to Donald and lowered her head respectfully. “Good morning, Mr. President. Good morning, everyone.”

Morrison.” Donald held out his hand to

hand and

always wondered why Nathan never took a liking to my daughter. Now that

Suzanne. His eyes were as cold as ever.

way. She had a melancholic aura that softened

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was realistic, with no trace

President. I’m just a normal person. I’ve

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on your daughter.”

at each other while smiling.

or refreshments in sight. She figured that Nathan had probably forgotten about basic hospitality in

the trouble, Mrs. Morrison.

still went into the kitchen to make some

tea.

or not; it was common courtesy for the

between the kitchen and the living room was hollowed out, so it wasn’t

them. Instead, she found an exquisite tea set along with