The Wrong Woman

Chapter 162

Suzanne slammed the door shut and yelled, “Don’t look for me today! I need my space!”

Nathan lingered outside while pursing his lips. Seeing Suzanne upset gave him a strange feeling-part sweetness, part helplessness.

Suzanne leaned on the door while sorting through her thoughts. She loved Nathan but had doubts. She wanted to depend on him, but couldn’t find the words to tell him.

After thinking it over, Suzanne gave in and opened the door, only to find Nathan had already left. She searched around but couldn’t find him. Disheartened, she sighed and went back to her room.

As time passed, Nathan didn’t make any effort to find her. He skipped meals and didn’t return home at night.

Suzanne waited for him in his study, but eventually, she fell asleep, only to wake up and discover Nathan was still nowhere to be found

Late at night, Suzanne pouted in bed while hugging her pillow in frustration. Thoughts of Nathan’s whereabouts occupied her mind but she held back from texting him.

She got annoyed because he followed her wishes so faithfully and didn’t go looking for her.

The following day at noon, the sun beamed down brightly. The mountain road curved and seemed to go on forever, with only a few vehicles on the wide path.

its way to Phoenicia. In the back seat, Nathan appeared aloof and distant,

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and Lucas occupied the passenger seat.

spent hours traveling back to the military base to complete his duties and

considerable distance between the two cities and the fatigue from the constant back-and-forth travel left them silently pondering. They

on a small hill, Nathan suddenly instructed, “Pull over by the

Cole was

Nathan responded

hill. Nathan opened the door, stepped out, and strolled

scrunched his face. “What’s General

needs to answer the

an eyebrow. “You think the general would do that anywhere?”

awkwardly. “No, then what’s he

shook his head. He opened the car door and got out. Lucas did the same, and they both waited silently beside the car for Nathan

return.

blooming white zinnias. He glanced around, bent down, and picked a handful of

he wrapped their roots with a handkerchief from his pocket to make sure the soil stayed contained.