The Wrong Woman

Chapter 100

Upon entering the house, a few maids brought tea and snacks.

Nathan sat down and chatted with Florence for a while. But his mind

wandered and he found his gaze drifting toward the front door.

Florence soon noticed his lack of focus. “Nate, what’s wrong? Are your men still waiting outside?”

“No, they’ve gone back to rest.” Nathan snapped back to reality and took a sip of tea.

A pleasant fragrance filled the air. Nathan pursed his lips and paused.

Florence smiled. “Do you like it? Suzanne was the one who chose the tea, It’s a good tea. Also, it’s not easy to prepare this tea. Suzanne says the water temperature shouldn’t be too high as a higher temperature will make it bitter.”

Just hearing Suzanne’s name made Nathan’s heart skip a beat. He gently placed the cup down and cleared his throat. “Seems like you’re getting along well.”

Florence sighed. “That girl is quite simple-minded. She’s soft and

gentle in character, and she can do anything she sets her mind on. I sometimes wonder how an intelligent yet innocent girl like her has such an unsightly past.”

Nathan didn’t want to dwell on her past. He hummed. “What is she doing now?”

to trim the

I thought of placing some in

and stood up. “I’ll help with the

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stunned. “What?”

before Florence could register the situation, Nathan had already

left.

away. She thought her ears were playing tricks on her. He’s going

had never been one for gardening. In the past, he had even killed her flowers just by attempting to water them..

to help trim the flowers? Was he bored at work? Was that why he had

sunlight filtered through the glass roof, casting its glow upon every flower. The

a small table, a few chairs, and a large umbrella in

shaded corner.

were many freshly cut flowers. She carefully pruned the branches and leaves before arranging them in

suddenly heard footsteps approaching her.

and her heart dropped. She immediately jumped out of her

gaze sweeping over the flowers in the greenhouse. However, he deliberately avoided looking

anything, General Morrison?” Suzanne

inspected the fresh flowers. He poked them with