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.

to Suzanne’s room. After she finished eating, Suzanne found a book

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

clothes and hung them along the bathroom window to dry before

sight in front of her, her face

exposing his chiseled body. The faint scars

by the sudden sight and didn’t know how

his brows at her. Her visibly flushed cheeks and innocent eyes didn’t seem

shoulders before trailing down her

her doctor’s skills. Despite her numerous cosmetic procedures, her

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

he stuffed the

she immediately clutched the clothes tightly.

was confused by his actions until she

walk toward the bathroom. “What are you doing in my

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

She was.

seek a divorce, not suffer through a loveless marriage with a

Suzanne exhaled deeply, as if

hand over her pounding heart before touching her flushed face

from

up nervously. “Mr. Morrison,

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

over to the closet and pulled out another blanket before walking over to her bed. “It’s late. Let’s talk

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

and lay on one side of the bed, closing

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