The Wrong Woman

Chapter 129

Halfway through dinner, Suzanne suddenly remembered the mess she’d left in the study and the bedroom. Hence, she hurriedly went upstairs to clean them up. After she was done, she returned

downstairs to finish her meal.

She wondered where Nathan and Cole had disappeared to after heading upstairs. Could Nathan possibly not wish to share a room with her since Sally was there, so he decided to rest in the guest room?

That was highly likely.

When Suzanne returned to the dining table, everyone had already finished their meals and left. She sat down dejectedly and continued eating. She couldn’t even taste her food due to her heavy mood.

Over in the living room, after Sally set her phone down, she call in an anxious and urgent tone, “Mrs. Morrison, I just called Luca told me that Nate suffered a gunshot to his shoulder last night.

“They had just extracted the bullet not too long ago. But Nate didi want to be hospitalized and insisted on coming home.”

Florence covered her mouth in shock as she teared up. “Last night? A. gunshot?”

She put everything down and rushed up the stairs, sobbing as she cried aloud, “Oh my goodness! My son…”

Sally followed after her and went upstairs too.

Back in the dining room, Suzanne lowered her head. Her hands, gripping the cutleries, were frozen. She trembled all over, and her heart ached for him. Nervousness and unease took over her as a

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fear tightened its grip.

Sally had already vanished upstairs. A tightness clenched at her heart. She desperately wanted to see Nathan and check on how severe his

Nathan and Sally being intimate

night, until she felt a little tired

door to their room, she found the lights were turned on, but there was no one in

her feet into the room, exhausted. Moving over to the bed, she sat down and

sigh.

Nathan in the room? It

was in Sally’s room. She wonder nature of their relationship. Was

awful. She was both

of the glass doors sliding o Suzanne’s eyes widened instantly

confusion.

he

and drawing the curtains. He was in a set of

broad shoulders and his neatly cropped hair.

couldn’t explain why she was taken over by nervousness,

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gulped dryly and tried to say something,

the air conditioner with a remote control and leaned against a

so nervous she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her gaze slowly traveled from his shoulder up to his striking