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

for breakfa However, as she went down the stairs, she

of several people she least wanted to see.

the table were Nathan’s aunt, Lindsey, along with her goddaughter, Elyse, as well as Sally and her uncle, Oliver. Though the atmosphere appeared harmonious, beneath

like an unlit fuse on

their web of

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and headed straight for

the stairs, Nathan caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his

turned tasteless in an instant. He knew all too well that these people were not here merely to check on his recovery but harbored ulterior motives

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

She gazed at the lush garden while enjoying the fresh air

the tranquility. “Why aren’t you ing breakfast?”

Her mool soured instantly at the

harbored no fondness for either Sally or Oliver. She responded with

stepped forward anxiously and grabbed her

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

voice soft and gentle as he pleaded,

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