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.

introduction. Maybe he

her head respectfully. “Good

held out his hand to her.

hand

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

looked at Suzanne. His eyes were

aware that Suzanne was pretty in her own simple way. She had a melancholic aura that softened her demeanor. It made her soft and gentle, as a well–raised

  1. be.

with no trace of plastic

laughed awkwardly. “You flatter me, Mr. President. I’m just a normal person. I’ve

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nothing on your daughter.”

men looked at each other while smiling.

or refreshments in sight. She figured that Nathan had probably forgotten about basic

trouble, Mrs. Morrison. We don’t

smiled and nodded in accordance, but she still

tea.

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