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

However, as she went down the stairs, she met

people she least wanted

as

like an unlit fuse on

entangled in their web of

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to skip breakfast altogether and headed straight for the door.

stairs, Nathan caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his

before Nathan turned tasteless in an instant. He knew all too well that these people were not here merely to check on

corner in its warm embrace, casting a radiant glow upon the blooming

stone table within the pavilion. She gazed at the lush garden while enjoying the fresh air and gentle caress of the spring breeze. Despite her hunger, an air of contentment

abruptly broke the tranquility. “Why aren’t

jolted upright and turned to look behind her. Her mool soured instantly at the sight before her. It was

Oliver. She responded with an indifferent hum before standing up and prepared to leave.

and grabbed