The Wrong Woman

Chapter 52

Nathan froze in place. When he felt his clothes being clutched tightly, he turned around to look at Suzanne in the dark.

A flash of lightning echoed the skies outside, lighting up everything. It lit up Suzanne’s tearful, desperate eyes. It was a pitiful sight indeed.

That split second when their eyes met made Nathan soften immediately. It felt like his heartstrings had been tugged at.

Nathan took Suzanne’s earphones and leaned in to whisper by her ear, “I’m not leaving. I’m going to check the circuit board.”

Suzanne could scent his fragrance and feel his warm breath on her face. She blushed.

Nathan’s voice was magnetic and pleasant to the ears, making her heart tremble. She slowly released her grip on Nathan’s clothes.

Nathan saw how frightened she was and caressed her head. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be back right away.”

He then left the house.

Unbeknownst to Nathan, his small gesture had stunned Suzanne to

her core.

She stayed frozen in place like an idiot, slowly touching where Nathan. had caressed her on the head.

Her heart pounded like a deer running through the woods, unable to stop. A sense of sadness then followed.

Suzanne realized she was growing more and more in love with

Nathan.

she do? She didn’t

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already, yet she couldn’t stop her feelings from growing

then opened again. Nathan walked in

on the

has a wife or girlfriend at home they want to buy some flowers for. Whoever buys a flower can get a

to pick me up. I

He then closed the door behind him and walked

has a blackout. The main circuit board must have been fried after the lightning struck. The

he said because she’d taken out

burden was slowly unfolding from within her heart.

voice, “Did

when you pointed the gun at the man who hel me hostage?”

contemplating this after so long. Suzanne’s sudden question in such

because Nathan held an important place

off her phone light and sat down on the couch. He

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and stood much closer to you. He was basically a living target. I would never have misfired.”

to laugh or cry

was both confident

Sally plotted to harm me,

was silent for a

felt an unbearable emotion churning in her