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.

pang in his heart at her firm response. Further questioning seemed futile. In a marriage, the absence of complete honesty only hints

took her hand and led

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

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a sense of surreal

always walked briskly, his steps now were slow and deliberate as they covered the short distance in a matter

minutes.

the bedroom door, Nathan paused for a few

late at night, Suzanne harbored no desire

Nathan, though she refrained from voicing her longing, fearing

gaze on Nathan, her words lingering

move to

moment, they exchanged longing glances, each feeling the weight

silence, attempting to

tension.

sigh, a faint smile playing on his lips. His hands slid into

Suzanne replied softly, her lips pursed as she began to