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.

seemed futile. In a marriage, the absence of complete honesty only hints at a deeper

tinge of disappointment, Nathan gently took her hand and led her back. “Let’s go inside,” he

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

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in a sense

now were slow and deliberate

minutes.

for

night, Suzanne harbored no desire to

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

inside the room. Leaning against the door, she fixed her gaze on Nathan, her words lingering

to invite the

the moment, they exchanged longing glances, each feeling the weight of unspoken words between them.

silence, attempting to

tension.

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

as she began to close the door slowly.