The Wrong Woman

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Suzanne closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She tried to swallow her distress, but it was just too painful to bear.

Unbidden tears welled in her eyes.

The next morning, Suzanne got out of bed, freshened herself up, and walked out of her bedroom.

She was startled when she saw the people sitting on the sofa in the living room–they were important people, whose discussion of important matters was interrupted by her

appearance.

They looked at her curiously.

Nathan stood up and introduced her politely. “Mr. President, this is my wife, Suzanne.”

The president of Norvania, Donald Tacker, was a middle–aged man in his fifties. His eyes held a kind twinkle, which made him look friendly and amiable.

easy introduction. Maybe he just didn’t want

Donald and lowered her head respectfully. “Good morning, Mr. President. Good morning,

out his hand

Suzanne took his hand and shook

why Nathan never took a liking to my daughter. Now that I’ve met you, I can see that my daughter really can’t compare to you.”

at Suzanne. His eyes were as cold

that Suzanne was pretty in her own simple way. She had a melancholic aura that softened her demeanor. It made her soft and

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realistic, with no trace

flatter me, Mr. President. I’m just a normal person.

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nothing on

men looked at each other while smiling.

table was empty apart from a file. There was no tea or refreshments in sight. She figured that Nathan had probably forgotten about basic hospitality in favor

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she still went into the kitchen

tea.

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