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.

futile. In a marriage, the absence of complete honesty

Nathan gently took her hand

and steady grasp as they entered Morrison Residence. His touch filled her heart with warmth

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a sense of surreal happiness.

always walked briskly, his steps now were slow and deliberate as they covered the

minutes.

reaching the bedroom door, Nathan paused for a few seconds

was already late at night, Suzanne harbored no desire

to spend more time with Nathan, though she refrained from voicing her longing, fearing

hesitantly pushed the 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

Suzanne nor Nathan made a move to

of the moment, they exchanged longing glances, each feeling the weight of unspoken

Suzanne finally broke the silence, attempting

tension.

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

her lips pursed as she