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

she headed downstairs for breakfa However, as she went down

of several people she least

goddaughter, Elyse, as well as Sally

unlit fuse on

to become entangled in their web

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skip breakfast altogether and headed straight for the

the corner of his eye. His expression turned melancholic as she hesitated for a moment

these people were not here merely to

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

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

voice abruptly broke the tranquility. “Why

the sight before her. It was Oliver. He was dr impeccably,

She responded with an indifferent hum before standing up

and grabbed