The Wrong Woman

Suzanne was dumbfounded, a mixture of shock and disbelief etched on her expression as Nathan pressed down on her.

He balanced himself with one elbow, and his weight bore down on Suzanne. His handsome face hovered mere inches away from her, and their breaths were intermingling in the air.

Tension surged through Suzanne. Her breath quickened, and her voice trembled as she asked, “What are you doing?”

Nathan’s gaze held her captive. His breath was warm against her skin, his chest sturdy, and his features irresistibly close.

Lost in the moment, Suzanne felt overwhelmed by Nathan’s

proximity. Morals and emotions took a back seat as she succumbed to the allure of the man she admired.

Her mind was clouded with shyness, nervousness, and pern

anticipation.

Nathan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he leaned in, his voice hus dry as he fixed his gaze on her lips. With eager anticipation, he s closed the gap between them, longing for a kiss.

Suzanne’s nerves tingled as his lips drew closer. She gripped the bedsheets tightly, surrendering to the sweet anticipation with her eyes closing instinctively.

Despite the turmoil in her heart, she couldn’t resist Nathan’s charm.

Even though she knew Nathan had someone else in his heart. Even though their marriage was fleeting, she foolishly fell for him, cherishing every moment of their brief union.

If Nathan was willing to kiss her and share his bed with her, Suzanne

felt blessed.

His hand caressed her cheek, and his fingers threaded into her hair to anchor her head in place, leaving her unable to escape his advances.

Suzanne’s lashes fluttered anxiously, her lips pursed in anticipation.

Nathan’s breath brushed against her skin, and in the next instant, his lips met hers. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

It was a fleeting moment, yet it ignited a fire within Suzanne, her heart pounding with excitement, only to be shattered by a knock at the door.

“Nate, are you asleep?” a voice called from outside.

Just as Nathan was about to deepen the kiss, they were interrupted. Frustration surged within him, his anger simmering beneath the surface. He sighed heavily, resting his forehead against Suzanne’s as he tried to regain his composure.

His first kiss was being cut short before it even began.

The knocking grew more insistent.

Suzanne quickly regained her composure, turning her head awa avoid his lips.

Nathan reluctantly rose and reached for his phone to send a voic message to Sally. “I’m sleeping. Please stop disturbing me,” he muttered into the phone.

After sending the message, he glanced at Suzanne, who cautiously slipped under the covers before turning away.

Sally knocked once more after receiving the message. “Nate, perhaps you should go to the guest room. I can take care of you if you’re not feeling well.”

Unable to tolerate further interruptions, Nathan typed a single word in the chat box, “Leave.”

However, upon reflection, concerned that Sally might cause further trouble within the Morrison family, he deleted the word and sent a rather gentle voice message.

“Sally, my injury isn’t severe. Please, be good and rest in your room. Don’t disturb my rest.”

Sally called out tenderly with a cheerful voice, “Good night, Nate.”

Suzanne buried herself under the blanket, a bitter taste churning in

her heart.

She wondered whether all men were drawn to deceptive women. Despite being fully aware of their cunning and manipulative nature, men still lavished them with affection.