The air around Nathan buzzed with danger. “Are you threatening me?”

Suzanne struggled to breathe, overwhelmed by his dominance. “Please don’t force me to do something I don’t want to.”

Nathan narrowed his eyes at her.

Her flawless, charming face reminded him of what Sally had looked like as a child.

In a daze, he gave her a meaningful smile. “I admit you’ve done a great job at making your face look like hers as a child. No wonder Grandma likes you so much.”

Hers as a child?

Suzanne wondered who he was referring to.

While she was distracted, Nathan calmly replied, “Alright, I agree.”

With that, he turned around and left with Cole.

Suzanne was dumbfounded by his reply. She didn’t understand what Nathan had agreed to.

Had he agreed to the divorce or to live together as husband and wife?

Night fell, and a gentle breeze swept through the room.

dinner to Suzanne’s room. After she finished eating, Suzanne found a book on military strategies and kept herself entertained until

a shower. When she finished half an hour later, she realized that she had no clean clothes

her dirty clothes and hung them along the bathroom window to dry before

at the sight in front of her, her face burning

chiseled body. The faint scars on his body added to his

surprised by the sudden sight and didn’t know how to react.

furrowed his brows at her. Her visibly flushed cheeks and innocent

on her exposed shoulders before trailing down her smooth legs.

cosmetic procedures, her figure and appearance still looked captivating, but in a natural

his eyes, Nathan cleared his throat and fetched a set of casual sportswear from his closet before walking toward the

side, he stuffed the

clutched

she heard his command.

spun around and watched Nathan walk toward the bathroom. “What are you doing in

the one who asked to live together

She was.

a divorce, not suffer through a

exhaled deeply, as if she were releasing her pent-up frustration.

her pounding heart before touching

Nathan emerged from the bathroom

up nervously. “Mr. Morrison, can

after him for three years, her rationality told her that keeping this marriage

blanket before walking over to

nervous wreck. Her fingers clenched at the hem of her shirt as she stared at

out his blanket and lay on one side of the bed, closing his eyes. “Not for

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