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 she went down

presence of several people she least

Elyse, as well as Sally and her

fuse

entangled in their

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altogether and

caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye.

well that these people were not here merely

villa, the sun bathed every corner in its warm embrace, casting a radiant

pavilion. She gazed at the lush garden while enjoying the fresh air and gentle caress

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

look behind her. Her mool soured instantly at the sight before her. It was Oliver. He was dr impeccably, looking

or Oliver. She responded with an indifferent hum before

and grabbed her

furrowing at his grasp. Her expression darkened, and her tone was icy as she said, “Dr. Hoffis, please let go. of me.”

voice soft and gentle

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