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.”

Mrs. Morrison.” Donald held out his hand to her.

Suzanne took his hand and shook

wondered why Nathan never took a liking to my daughter. Now that I’ve met you, I can see that my daughter really

Suzanne. His eyes

her own simple way. She had a melancholic aura that softened her demeanor. It made her soft and gentle,

1. be.

was realistic, with no

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

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nothing on

other men looked at

from a file. There was no tea or refreshments in sight. She figured that Nathan had probably forgotten about basic hospitality in favor of business, so she offered politely, “Let me get you some

Mrs. Morrison. We don’t need tea,” Donald

still

tea.

the guests wanted tea or not; it was common courtesy for the host to offer refreshments.

hollowed out, so it wasn’t soundproofed. She could

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