The Wrong Woman

Chapter 133

Suzanne lay still, feigning sleep with her back facing Nathan. Her fingertips stealthily traced her lips, still tingling from Nathan’s kiss.

A hollow ache settled in her chest, mingling with a confusing blend of excitement and sadness. Throughout the night, she mulled over the reason for Nathan’s kiss.

She wondered if it was merely a fleeting moment of passion or if it was driven by his desires. The former seemed unlikely, while the latter felt strained, especially considering Nathan’s character and his recent injury.

Nathan made no further moves, merely switching off the light and settling on the other side of the bed, slipping into a quiet slumber.

Suzanne couldn’t fathom the thoughts swirling in his mind.

As the next morning dawned, Suzanne was roused by knocking. She caught a glimpse of Nathan as he opened t left to join the rest for breakfast.

She shook off her drowsiness and got up slowly, feeling glo

she went to freshen up.

tent

as usual, she headed downstairs for breakfa However, as she went down the stairs, she met with a scene she

several people she least wanted to

Nathan’s aunt, Lindsey, along with her goddaughter, Elyse, as well as Sally and her

like an unlit fuse

entangled in their web

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skip breakfast altogether and

she made her way down the stairs, Nathan caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye. His expression turned melancholic as she

all too well that these people were not here

every corner in its warm embrace, casting a

garden while enjoying the

man’s voice abruptly broke the tranquility. “Why aren’t you

soured instantly at the

responded with an indifferent hum

stepped forward anxiously and

darkened, and her tone was

tightly. His breath grew heavy, his voice soft and gentle

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