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

usual, she headed downstairs for breakfa However, as she went down the

she least wanted

along with her goddaughter, Elyse, as well as Sally and her uncle, Oliver. Though the atmosphere appeared harmonious,

unlit fuse on a

in their web of

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and headed straight for the door.

from the corner of his eye. His expression turned

too well that these people

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

the lush garden while enjoying the fresh air and gentle caress of the spring breeze. Despite her hunger, an

tranquility. “Why aren’t you ing

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

harbored no fondness for either Sally or Oliver. She responded with an indifferent hum before standing

anxiously and grabbed her

furrowing at his grasp. Her expression darkened, and her tone was icy as she said, “Dr. Hoffis,

heavy, his voice soft and gentle as he pleaded, “Suzanne, we need to talk.”

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