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.

After she finished eating, Suzanne found a book on military strategies and kept herself

decided to take a shower. When she finished half an

she washed her dirty clothes and hung them along the bathroom window to dry before wrapping a towel around her body and stepping

froze at the sight in front of her, her face burning instantly.

his shirt, exposing his chiseled body. The faint scars on his

by the sudden sight and didn’t know how to

cheeks and innocent eyes didn’t

eyes landed on her exposed shoulders before trailing down

cosmetic procedures, her figure and appearance

set of casual sportswear from his closet

he reached her side, he stuffed the clothes into her arms.

she immediately clutched the clothes

actions until she heard his

Nathan walk toward the bathroom. “What are you doing in my room, Mr. Morrison?”

his back facing her, he retorted, “Who was the one who asked to live together as

She was.

not suffer through a loveless marriage with a mistress

entered the bathroom and closed the door, Suzanne exhaled

pounding heart before touching her flushed face in

from the bathroom in

stood up nervously. “Mr. Morrison, can we talk?”

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

another blanket before walking over to her bed. “It’s late. Let’s talk tomorrow.”

fingers clenched at the hem of her shirt as she stared at him with teary eyes. Softly, she asked, “Aren’t we getting

on one side of the bed, closing his eyes. “Not

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