The Wrong Woman

Chapter 132

Suzanne was dumbfounded, a mixture of shock and disbelief etched on her expression as Nathan pressed down on her.

He balanced himself with one elbow, and his weight bore down on Suzanne. His handsome face hovered mere inches away from her, and their breaths were intermingling in the air.

Tension surged through Suzanne. Her breath quickened, and her voice trembled as she asked, “What are you doing?”

Nathan’s gaze held her captive. His breath was warm against her skin, his chest sturdy, and his features irresistibly close.

Lost in the moment, Suzanne felt overwhelmed by Nathan’s

proximity. Morals and emotions took a back seat as she succumbed to the allure of the man she admired.

Her mind was clouded with shyness, nervousness, and pern

anticipation.

gaze on her lips. With eager anticipation, he s closed the

tingled as his lips drew closer. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, surrendering

turmoil in her heart, she couldn’t resist Nathan’s

marriage was fleeting, she foolishly fell for him, cherishing

willing to kiss her and share his bed with

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felt blessed.

threaded into her hair to anchor her head in place, leaving her unable

anxiously, her lips pursed

breath brushed against her skin, and in the next instant, his lips met

fleeting moment, yet it ignited a fire within Suzanne, her heart pounding with excitement, only to be shattered by a knock at the

you asleep?” a voice

were interrupted. Frustration surged within him, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He sighed heavily, resting his forehead against Suzanne’s as he tried to regain his

was being cut short

grew

turning her head awa avoid his lips.

his phone to send a voic message to Sally. “I’m sleeping. Please stop disturbing me,” he muttered into the