The Wrong Woman

Chapter 172

The realization of Nathan’s worry about her late return without prior notice stirred a mixture of guilt and nervousness within Suzanne.

Approaching Suzanne with deliberate steps, Nathan’s gaze held a depth that seemed to elude comprehension. “Have you been out of town?” he inquired gently.

Suzanne’s heart skipped a beat as she watched him, her mind

swirling with questions.

“How would he possibly know? Could he have tracked me?” she pondered, though she had settled all expenses at the hospital, leaving no trace of her whereabouts.

Observing her suspicious expression, Nathan’s lips curled slightly as he pointed to the departing vehicle. “The cab from other cities have issues with local traffic regulations. They rarely pick up passengers in Phoenicia,” he explained.

Suzanne turned her head to glance at the distant vehicle, sudden comprehending the situation. She nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes

“Do you mind sharing the reason for your trip?”

“No,” came Suzanne’s immediate reply.

Nathan felt a sharp pang in his heart at her firm response. Further questioning seemed futile. In a marriage, the absence of complete honesty only hints at a deeper disconnect.

a tinge of disappointment, Nathan gently took her hand and led her back. “Let’s go inside,” he murmured.

and steady grasp as they entered Morrison Residence. His touch

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a sense of surreal

walked briskly, his steps now were slow and deliberate as they covered the short distance in a

minutes.

Nathan paused for

night,

she refrained

room. Leaning against the door, she fixed her gaze on Nathan, her words lingering unspoken.

a move to invite

moment, they exchanged longing glances, each feeling the weight of unspoken words between

the silence, attempting

tension.

playing on his lips. His hands slid into his pockets, his voice husky

lips pursed as she began to close the door

before the door could shut completely, it halted,