The Wrong Woman

Chapter 103

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

did it and silently started helping. The peaceful, sweet-smelling atmosphere made time slip by in a

way.

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

in a neat and precise formation, almost

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laughter, Nathan’s mood lifted. “Is it

on with her task. “Your mom would

you think it’s good?”

“Yeah, it looks

than the flowers. It struck him, for the first time, that flower arranging wasn’t a boring or pointless activity.

after dinner and had a shower. Dressed in a relaxed

stars were clearly visible from

creaked there. Nathan, hanging out on the balcony

Suzanne stepped into the

quietly and

to look

they could read each other’s faces. Nathan picked up on Suzanne’s

the balcony and closed the gap. Suzanne’s heart sped up the closer he got.

“I heard everyone’s nervous about your aunt’s return tomorrow. Do you want to head

you afraid of her?”