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.

Maybe he just didn’t want to hide. anything from the president.

she went up to Donald and lowered her head respectfully. “Good morning, Mr. President.

Mrs. Morrison.” Donald held out his hand to her.

hand

wondered 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

Suzanne. His eyes were as

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

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importantly, her beauty was realistic, with no trace of

flatter me, Mr. President. I’m just

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nothing on your

at each other while smiling.

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

need for the trouble, Mrs. Morrison. We

nodded in accordance, but she still went into the

tea.

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