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.”

room, Suzanne carefully planted the zinnias in a pot, then set it on

resist the charm of the cute and beautiful flowers. A huge

balcony was bathed in the warmth

the sun. Suzanne’s cheeks blushed as the sunlight

she found herself irresistibly drawn to reach

super quiet. Wondering what Nathan was

leaned toward Nathan’s handsome face. She watched in silence for a few minutes to make sure he was truly asleep.

steadily and quietly. His face was really good-looking, with

his 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

and

met Nathan’s soft ones, her heart burst with emotion. Her whole body tensed and trembled with nervous excitement. She enjoyed it so much, and the impulse was overwhelming.

Just as she felt relieved, Nathan slowly opened his eyes

immediately. She pressed her

resembling a child caught in the act. Nathan looked quietly at the discomfort in

Suzanne

couldn’t figure out why Suzanne was saying sorry for kissing him. In a deep, raspy voice, he questioned, “Sorry, for