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.

heart at her firm response. Further questioning seemed futile. In a

hand and led her back.

by his warm and steady grasp as they entered Morrison Residence.

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enveloping her in a sense of surreal happiness.

his steps now were slow and deliberate as they covered the short distance in a matter of

minutes.

door, Nathan paused for a few seconds before releasing her hand.

at night,

time with Nathan, though she refrained from voicing her

door open and stepped inside the room. Leaning against the door, she fixed her gaze on Nathan, her words lingering unspoken. Nathan met her gaze with silent

Nathan made a move to invite the other in.

exchanged longing glances, each feeling

finally broke the silence,

tension.

His hands slid into his pockets, his voice husky as he murmured, “Rest well.”

Suzanne replied softly, her lips pursed as she began to close the