The Wrong Woman

Chapter 102

Nathan froze in place when he heard the question. After a short

pause, he answered calmly, “It just seems like a good way to keep your tears at bay.”

Out of the blue, a soft voice interrupted their moment. “Did you finish setting up my flowers?”

Suzanne rushed back to her spot, grabbed her tools, and began

trimming. “Almost done, Florence.”

Florence walked in and saw that none of the flowers were arranged. Some empty vases still sat on the floor, waiting to be taken care of.

Confused, she glanced at Nathan. “Nate, didn’t you mention coming

over to-”

“Mom, go home and rest. We’ll handle it here,” Nathan spoke in a louder voice, trying to drown out whatever she was going to say.

He swiftly put his arm around Florence’s shoulders and guided her away. After seeing Florence off, he returned to find Suzanne focused on trimming the flowers.

a pair of scissors and

she did it and silently started helping. The peaceful, sweet-smelling atmosphere made time slip by in

way.

and spotted a vase of flowers that Nathan had arranged himself. She couldn’t help but grin.

deep red roses stood in a neat and precise formation, almost like his soldiers’ disciplined arrangement. Suzanne found amusement in Nathan’s sense of style.

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back laughter, Nathan’s mood lifted.

with her task. “Your mom would surely appreciate it knowing you did it.”

you think

“Yeah, it

her rosy face and realized she was even lovelier than the flowers. It struck him, for the first time, that flower arranging wasn’t a boring or

back to his room after dinner and had a shower. Dressed in a relaxed grey outfit, he stood on the balcony with

up at the sky, he noticed the stars were clearly

door creaked there. Nathan, hanging out on the

Suzanne stepped into the room. She shut-

quietly and

look

was big, but even from a distance, they could read each other’s faces. Nathan picked up on