The Wrong Woman

Chapter 47

Samuel was so frightened that his face went pale. He gritted his teeth while glaring at Suzanne angrily, though he soon backed away from

her out of fear.

“You really are something else, huh, Suzanne! Just you wait! I’ll definitely get my revenge!” he yelled.

After that, he turned and fled from the scene with his tail tucked between his legs.

Suzanne put her phone away while huffing in disdain. Clearly, she didn’t take Samuel’s warning to heart.

A tall and lean man, exuding dominance, could be seen standing amidst the crowd some distance away from the stall. It was safe to say that he was the most attractive man in the crowd based on his extraordinary charm and the way he carried himself.

Cole, who stood next to the man, remarked in a low tone, “Mr. Morrison, it seems that Mrs. Morrison has her own’principles.”

Nathan made no response to the remark. Instead, he headed over to the stall in huge strides. Cole quickly trailed after him.

Suzanne had just sat back down on the stool. She was about to work on trimming the roses’ thorns and leaves when she noticed a pair of long and slender legs before her.

Thinking that it was a new customer, she rose to her feet with a

smile. “Hello. Is there anything you ne-”

Suzanne swallowed the rest of her words, too shocked to see the

newcomer. At the same time, her heart started pounding

uncontrollably.

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Nathan doing at

if there were any other military vehicles that

or shocked. He asked stoically, “What’s the prettiest flower you

did Suzanne regain her senses and put down her roses. She asked, albeit nervously, “Are you planning to surprise

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flowers are meant for

instantly. Her expression crumbled slightly as well

many flower shops in the city. Why must Nathan travel all the

this

white zinnias. “This flower bouqu suits your needs.”

the

still intended to charge Nathan for the flowers. She

to fork out

you,’ Suzanne said politely

between them was even greater than that between two strangers.

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paying for the flowers. Upon noticing that,

everywhere on the avenue. Numerous people kept glancing at

a chat,” he

Suzanne

and

had always been domineering. He wasn’t the type to make a

request.

for a moment. But I haven’t finished selling

flowers. They won’t look as good

his pockets, now shifting into a lazier/ stance. “I’ll

something she had seen in the past. She tried to hold back her

romance dramas?” A hint of cheekiness laced