The Wrong Woman

Chapter 104

Nathan led Suzanne to the dressing table and gestured for her to sit

down.

Meanwhile, he settled on the bed and adopted a serious tone. ”

Suzanne, in situations where we don’t have solid proof, it’s wise to be cautious and skeptical.”

Suzanne was a bit puzzled. Nathan sensed that she might not have encountered much of the real world.

Maybe she had been sheltered from it. Or it could be that amnesia protected her from the harsh realities of human nature.

“I have a hunch you could be a Nightshade spy, but without proof, it’s just a suspicion,” Nathan explained patiently.

“Did the informant you killed lie?” Suzanne asked.

“He wasn’t the one who tried to harm you earlier. I’ve scrutinized the footage extensively. Their body sizes don’t match.

“Also, the vice-captain, who’s usually armed with a gun, wouldn’t resort to a knife for an assassination attempt,” Nathan responded.

Suzanne was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Nathan to delve so deeply into the matter.

“The vice-captain might be getting framed. If he’s with the Nightshade, he would act quickly to eliminate you,” Nathan explained.

thought maybe I was the

a possibility,” Nathan replied.

which had just started to relax, tensed up again at Nathan’s words. She jerked her head up. There was

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eyes as she glanced at

occupational habit. I’ve always been a bit suspicious about your past, but I haven’t figured it out yet.

him expectantly. “Nathan, if I used to be a spy before

by the question. He stared into Suzanne’s clear eyes. His heart sank as he wondered if he could truly bring himself to

and he avoided dwelling on the troubling

take a shower and stop overthinking,” Nathan urged.

spoke volumes, and Suzanne sensed

response.

“Okay,” Suzanne replied.

felt empty. She grabbed her pajamas from the walk-in

bed and fixed his gaze on the

ceiling.

Suzanne had eased his mind, or perhaps the fatigue from long workdays had caught up with him. He drifted off to

and came out of the bathroom,

in beside

peaceful sleeping face. Nathan’s

his well-defined features and smooth, healthy

eyebrows but stopped just before reaching his brow. Clenching her fist, she withdrew her hand and turned her gaze to his