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.

was making its way to Phoenicia. In the back seat, Nathan

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out of the

the passenger seat. They were both puzzled about Nathan’s decisions.

he had spent hours traveling back to the military base to complete his duties and was now rushing back to

and the fatigue from the constant back-and-forth travel left them silently pondering. They figured

drove past a sloping road on a small hill, Nathan suddenly instructed, “Pull over by the roadside.”

was

responded

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

“What’s General Morrison

answer the

“You think the general would do

grinned awkwardly. “No, then what’s he

got out. Lucas did the same, and they both waited silently

return.

toward a patch of blooming white zinnias. He glanced around, bent down,

roots with a handkerchief from his pocket to make sure the soil