The Wrong Woman

Chapter 102

Nathan froze in place when he heard the question. After a short

pause, he answered calmly, “It just seems like a good way to keep your tears at bay.”

Out of the blue, a soft voice interrupted their moment. “Did you finish setting up my flowers?”

Suzanne rushed back to her spot, grabbed her tools, and began

trimming. “Almost done, Florence.”

Florence walked in and saw that none of the flowers were arranged. Some empty vases still sat on the floor, waiting to be taken care of.

Confused, she glanced at Nathan. “Nate, didn’t you mention coming

over to-”

“Mom, go home and rest. We’ll handle it here,” Nathan spoke in a louder voice, trying to drown out whatever she was going to say.

He swiftly put his arm around Florence’s shoulders and guided her away. After seeing Florence off, he returned to find Suzanne focused on trimming the flowers.

Nathan grabbed a pair of scissors and took a seat across from

The peaceful, sweet-smelling atmosphere made time slip by

way.

up and spotted a vase of flowers that Nathan had arranged himself. She couldn’t help but grin.

in a neat and precise formation, almost like his soldiers’ disciplined arrangement. Suzanne found amusement in Nathan’s sense of style.

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her holding back laughter, Nathan’s

carried on with her task. “Your mom would surely appreciate it knowing you did it.”

you think it’s

“Yeah, it looks nice.”

than the flowers. It struck him, for the first time, that flower arranging wasn’t

a shower. Dressed in a relaxed grey outfit, he stood

at the sky, he noticed the stars were clearly visible

door creaked there. Nathan, hanging out on the balcony

and Suzanne stepped into the

door quietly and

to look

a distance, they could read each

from the balcony and closed the gap. Suzanne’s heart sped

aunt’s return tomorrow. Do you want to head back to

you afraid of her?”