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.

at her firm response. Further questioning seemed futile. In a marriage, the absence of

took her hand and

guided by his warm and steady grasp as they entered Morrison Residence. His touch

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enveloping her in a sense

always walked briskly, his steps now were slow and deliberate

minutes.

the bedroom door, Nathan paused for a

it was already late at night, Suzanne harbored no desire to

more time with Nathan, though she refrained from voicing her longing, fearing it might be misconstrued.

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. In

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

Suzanne finally broke the silence, attempting

tension.

His hands slid into his pockets, his voice husky as

Suzanne replied softly, her lips pursed as she began to