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

to touch his cheek, helicate fingers against e. It was a tender moment between them. Her

warm, bringing

her hand with his and gazed at her tionately.

“You look so tired, darling. You’ve

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

her eyes filled with love and concern. “Dinner has been reheated three times. Let’s go

led her

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

the ICU ward of the hospital. After spending some time with Liam and consulting with the doctors about his condition, she handed over her ring to

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

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

smile, his dark eyes deep and enigmatic. Adjusting his glasses, he spoke softly, “What a coincidence, my dear ex-girlfriend.”

“ex-girlfriend” made Suzann

ause, her heart

sense of panic

she was, even recalling her proficiency in eight languages.

Pondering over it, Oliver was aware of her identity and understood