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 marriage, the absence

a tinge of disappointment, Nathan gently took her hand and led

and steady grasp as they entered

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her in a sense of surreal happiness.

steps now were slow and deliberate as they covered the short

minutes.

bedroom door, Nathan paused for a few seconds before releasing

late at night, Suzanne

time with Nathan, though she refrained from voicing her

hesitantly pushed the door open and stepped inside the room. Leaning against the door, she fixed her gaze on Nathan,

to invite the

glances, each feeling

broke the silence,

tension.

out a soft sigh, a faint smile playing on his lips. His hands slid into his pockets, his voice husky as he murmured, “Rest

pursed as she began to close the door slowly.