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.

hus dry as he fixed his gaze on her lips. With eager anticipation, he s closed the gap between them, longing

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

turmoil in her heart, she

someone else in his heart. Even though their marriage was

kiss her and share his bed with her, Suzanne

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felt blessed.

her cheek, and his fingers threaded into her hair to anchor her head in place,

her lips pursed in

in the next instant, his lips

it ignited a fire within Suzanne, her heart pounding with excitement, only to be shattered by a

a

Nathan was about to deepen the kiss, they were interrupted. Frustration surged within him, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He sighed heavily, resting his

first kiss was being cut short before

knocking grew more

her

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