The Wrong Woman

Chapter 172

The realization of Nathan’s worry about her late return without prior notice stirred a mixture of guilt and nervousness within Suzanne.

Approaching Suzanne with deliberate steps, Nathan’s gaze held a depth that seemed to elude comprehension. “Have you been out of town?” he inquired gently.

Suzanne’s heart skipped a beat as she watched him, her mind

swirling with questions.

“How would he possibly know? Could he have tracked me?” she pondered, though she had settled all expenses at the hospital, leaving no trace of her whereabouts.

Observing her suspicious expression, Nathan’s lips curled slightly as he pointed to the departing vehicle. “The cab from other cities have issues with local traffic regulations. They rarely pick up passengers in Phoenicia,” he explained.

Suzanne turned her head to glance at the distant vehicle, sudden comprehending the situation. She nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes

“Do you mind sharing the reason for your trip?”

“No,” came Suzanne’s immediate reply.

sharp pang in his heart at her firm response. Further questioning seemed futile. In a marriage, the absence

of disappointment, Nathan gently took her hand and led her back. “Let’s

grasp as they entered Morrison Residence.

1/3

+25 BONUS

her in a sense of surreal

were slow and

minutes.

bedroom door, Nathan paused for a

night, Suzanne harbored no desire to

with Nathan, though she refrained from voicing

the room. Leaning against the door, she fixed her gaze on Nathan, her words lingering unspoken.

Nathan made a move to

glances, each feeling the

Suzanne finally broke the silence, attempting to

tension.

faint smile playing on his lips. His hands slid into his pockets, his voice husky as he

Suzanne replied softly, her lips pursed as she