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 complete honesty only hints

hand

grasp as they entered Morrison Residence. His touch filled her

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enveloping her in a sense

were slow and deliberate as they covered

minutes.

reaching the bedroom door, Nathan paused for a few seconds before

late at night, Suzanne harbored no

with Nathan, though she refrained from voicing her longing, fearing it

against the door, she fixed her gaze on Nathan, her words lingering unspoken. Nathan met her gaze with silent intensity, his eyes filled

made a move to invite the other in.

exchanged longing glances, each feeling the weight of unspoken words

Suzanne finally broke the silence, attempting

tension.

lips. His hands slid into his pockets, his voice husky as he

her lips pursed as she began to close the