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.

eating, Suzanne found a book on military strategies

finally felt tired, she decided to take a shower. When she finished half an hour later, she realized that she had no clean clothes to change into.

window to dry before wrapping a towel around

sight in front of her, her face burning

chiseled body. The faint scars on his body added to

surprised by the sudden sight

his brows at her. Her visibly flushed cheeks

landed on her exposed shoulders before

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

Nathan cleared his throat and fetched a set of casual sportswear from his closet

side, he stuffed the clothes into her arms.

she immediately clutched the clothes tightly.

his actions until she heard his

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

“Who was the one

She was.

been to seek a divorce, not suffer through a loveless

closed the door, Suzanne exhaled deeply, as if she

over her pounding heart before

from the bathroom in pajamas.

stood up nervously. “Mr. Morrison, can we

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

before walking over to her bed. “It’s

a nervous wreck. Her fingers clenched at the hem of her shirt as she stared at him with teary eyes. Softly,

out his blanket and lay on one side of the bed, closing his eyes.

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