The Wrong Woman

Chapter 165

Sally felt the seriousness of the situation sank in. Anxiously, she looked at Gary and Florence. “Mr. Morrison, Mrs. Morrison, I-”

But before she could say more, they just walked past her without a word, their faces cold and distant.

Others in the living room also displayed indifference and disdain. They muttered just loud enough for $ally to catch their words.

“I can’t believe this. I’ve been around for ages, and I still can’t figure out when someone’s faking being the victim.”

“You’re not alone. I’ve fallen for it too.”

The Morrisons despised Sally. Normally, Sally could handle awkward situations, but this one was tough. The whole living room was empty, and Sally was the only one left.

Frustration boiled inside her, and anger flashed in her eyes. Sh clenched her teeth, stormed back to her room, packed her ba walked out.

Leaving the Morrison residence, Sally’s resentment grew. She gra her phone and made a call. “Hello, is this Suzanne’s dad? Your daughter has tied the knot with someone from a wealthy family.”

then set it on the balcony before

of the cute and beautiful flowers. A huge smile

balcony was bathed

Suzanne’s cheeks blushed as the sunlight gently

happy crinkles as she smiled, and she found herself irresistibly

super quiet. Wondering what Nathan was doing, she went back in to find him fast asleep

bed, using both hands to support herself as she leaned toward Nathan’s handsome face. She watched in silence for a few minutes to make sure he was truly asleep.

and quietly. His face was really good-looking, with thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and lips that had a sexy charm.

good looks, he gave off a cold and serious vibe that made others

dreamed of being Nathan’s wife, was amaze that she now got flowers from him. Even though his way

and with bated breath, she couldn’t resist placing a kiss

tensed and trembled with nervous excitement. She enjoyed it

their secret moment. Just as she felt relieved, Nathan slowly opened

pressed her lips together with a

of embarrassment and discomfort, resembling a child caught in the act.

Suzanne

was saying sorry for kissing him. In a deep,