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.

bringing

cover her hand with his and gazed at

You’ve been so busy lately. You must

things I can’t share with you. Thank you for not prying,” Nathan responded

with love and concern. “Dinner has

nodded and led her

early hours. When he returned to their room, Suzanne had already

at the ICU ward of the hospital. After spending some time with Liam and consulting with the

ward. But Suzanne insisted that the ring

suddenly blocked her path. When she saw his face clearly, Suzanne was slightly

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

of “ex-girlfriend” made

ause, her heart

a sense

Oliver claimed she was, even recalling

aware of her