The Wrong Woman

Chapter 133

Suzanne lay still, feigning sleep with her back facing Nathan. Her fingertips stealthily traced her lips, still tingling from Nathan’s kiss.

A hollow ache settled in her chest, mingling with a confusing blend of excitement and sadness. Throughout the night, she mulled over the reason for Nathan’s kiss.

She wondered if it was merely a fleeting moment of passion or if it was driven by his desires. The former seemed unlikely, while the latter felt strained, especially considering Nathan’s character and his recent injury.

Nathan made no further moves, merely switching off the light and settling on the other side of the bed, slipping into a quiet slumber.

Suzanne couldn’t fathom the thoughts swirling in his mind.

As the next morning dawned, Suzanne was roused by knocking. She caught a glimpse of Nathan as he opened t left to join the rest for breakfast.

She shook off her drowsiness and got up slowly, feeling glo

she went to freshen up.

tent

as she went down the stairs, she met with a

presence of several people she least

Nathan’s aunt, Lindsey, along with her goddaughter, Elyse, as well as Sally and her uncle, Oliver. Though the atmosphere appeared harmonious, beneath the

like an unlit fuse on

become entangled in their web

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skip breakfast altogether and headed straight

stairs, Nathan caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye. His expression turned melancholic as she hesitated for a

He knew all too well that these people were not here merely to check on his recovery but harbored ulterior motives of their

the villa, the sun bathed every corner in its

the lush garden while enjoying the fresh air and gentle caress of the spring breeze. Despite her hunger, an air of

man’s voice abruptly broke the tranquility. “Why aren’t you ing breakfast?”

mool soured instantly at the sight before her. It was Oliver. He was dr

harbored no fondness for either Sally or Oliver. She responded with an indifferent hum before standing up

forward anxiously and grabbed