The Wrong Woman

Chapter 131

Suzanne fixed her gaze on Nathan’s bandaged shoulder, not daring to look anywhere else. She felt a subtle warmth radiating off her entire body as her fingers trembled ever so slightly.

The room was so silent she could almost hear her own heartbeat.

There was something off about Nathan too. She could feel his’ fiery gaze locked on her, and his labored breathing matched the rise and fall of his chest. Perhaps it was because of the pain, he sat bolt upright, unmoving.

Suzanne had to inch closer as he was seated on the bed, causing his gaze to fall uncomfortably on her chest. She shifted slightly to the

side.

“I’ll remove the gauze now. Tell me if it hurts,” Suzanne said softly. He could hear her concern for him in her voice.

Nathan hummed in response, his Adam’s apple bobbing in

Suzanne slowly peeled the gauze off his wound, but as it w tightly, it pulled on his skin. She carefully removed it with both as she was worried that she might cause him pain.

Without even noticing it, she had already bent forward and lower her head to blow lightly on the exposed wound.

She didn’t know that the slight pain caused by the peeling of the gauze was nothing to Nathan. The action of her blowing on the wound, however, made him restless and uneasy.

Suzanne had a faint and enticing fragrance around her, and several strands of her hair lightly brushed against his face and his shoulders. An internal turmoil raged within Nathan, causing him to tighten the

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his lap

finally removed the gauze, she noticed the wound was still bleeding. Though it was already stitched

thought of how if the bullet were to hit him just a little lower, it would have hit his heart.

wound with some iodine, she

slowly turned to look at her, she quickly lowered her head so that her face was covered by

was locked on Suzanne’s side profile. They were like bottomless abysses wanting to draw her into their

The only thing he felt was her soft fingertips brushing across his skin ever

she focused on tending to his wound, he

at her.

the blissful and warm interaction.

reach.

his fists ever so tightly. He was afraid that he might scare her if he lost control. His mind had been in utter disarray since the day Suzanne

for a

occasionally forget about her when he was busy with work. Thoughts of her would not intrude his mind

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mad thinking about her. Her adorable face and watery

his mind.

for her

if his taste in women