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

ready as usual, she headed downstairs for breakfa However, as

she least wanted to

as well as Sally and her uncle, Oliver. Though the atmosphere

unlit fuse

their

+25 BONUS

to skip breakfast altogether and headed straight for

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

breakfast before Nathan turned tasteless in an instant. He knew all too well that these people were not here merely to

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

garden while enjoying the fresh air and gentle caress of

man’s voice abruptly broke the tranquility. “Why aren’t you ing breakfast?”

Her mool soured instantly at the sight before her. It was

Sally or Oliver. She responded with an indifferent hum before standing up and

stepped forward anxiously and grabbed her

brow furrowing at his grasp. Her expression darkened, and her

breath grew heavy, his voice soft and gentle as he

+25 BONUS