The Wrong Woman

Chapter 243

As Donald exited the study, Nathan rose to his feet.

“Kind souls wield knives for self-defense, while bandits brandish them for global plunder,” Donald mused as he strolled away.

“General Morrison, I truly hope I would be able to witness Norvanial develop an unbeatable defense weapon, to shield our country from further humiliation. I’ve high hopes for you.” Donald expressed his heartfelt wish.

As Nathan escorted Donald out of Morrison Residence, he felt a pang of discomfort. Suzanne anxiously awaited at the dining table, her spirits stretched thin.

Upon Nathan’s return, Suzanne hurried over, her concern evident. Nate, did Mr. President give you a hard time? Did he scold you? Is he going to punish you?”

Though Nathan’s expression was grim, he managed a faint smile as he gently caressed her long hair. “No, everything’s fine. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Nathan affirmed.

Suzanne re

his h

cheek, helicate fingers against e. It was a tender moment between them.

warm, bringing him

but cover her hand with

look so tired, darling. You’ve been

there are things I can’t share with you.

concern. “Dinner has been reheated three

her to the dining

evening, Nathan toiled until the early hours. When he returned to their room, Suzanne had already fallen asleep in exhaustion.

spending some time with Liam and consulting

the doctor was against the idea of bringing the ring into the ward. But Suzanne insisted that the ring

leave, a male doctor in a white coat suddenly blocked her path. When she saw his face clearly, Suzanne was slightly taken

flashed a seductive smile, his dark eyes deep and enigmatic. Adjusting his glasses, he

“ex-girlfriend”

ause, her heart

beat and a sense of panic

wasn’t Suzanne at all. Yet, Oliver claimed she was, even

her. Pondering over it, Oliver was aware of her identity and understood her well. The crucial. point was