The Wrong Woman

At this moment, Nathan’s expression was unexpectedly calm.

Suzanne didn’t take Lindsey’s words to heart. Instead, the person she cared about had always been Nathan.

“Lindsey,” Suzanne said, “I never claimed to be Inkwell, nor have I

used her reputation for personal gain. On what grounds does she have to sue me?”

Lindsey sneered. “Oh, you don’t know? Wendy spent a tidy sum to restore that crappy painting of yours. She even sold the painting for five million dollars.”

Suzanne clenched her fists as her chest tightened with anger. She

hadn’t expected this to happen.

She had deliberately ruined the painting, yet Wendy managed to f someone to restore it. It was even sold at a high price.

Suzanne had been keeping tabs on this Inkwell person who seemed to appear out of thin air. At first, she thought Inkwell was just going to make a brief appearance.

However, Suzanne didn’t expect Inkwell to capitalize on her fame and make money through livestreaming.

Apart from product endorsements, she also participated in lucrative activities and events. The only thing Inkwell didn’t continue doing was livestreaming her paintings or engaging in charity work.

Although Suzanne couldn’t confirm if she was Inkwell, she was

certain that the woman who claimed to be her was definitely a fraud.

She replied calmly, “Then, I’ll look forward to the legal letter from Ms. Inkwell.”

Then, Suzanne turned to Florence and said, “Excuse me, I’ll go back to my room.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

As she turned away, Suzanne’s gaze swept across Nathan’s

handsome profile. He looked indifferent, not meeting her gaze nor making any sound to acknowledge her.

Suzanne felt dejected as her mood plummeted. She didn’t know why, but Nathan’s attitude toward her seemed to have changed. His inconsistent behavior swung between hot and cold.

The relationship between them became more and more strained. However, Suzanne had no idea what the problem was. Neither of them exchanged a word from start to finish.

Suzanne went upstairs and found her bedroom door ajar. She walked in and froze up instantly when she saw two maids packing up Nathan’s belongings.

She felt a suffocating weight on her chest that caused he

air. It was as if there was a heavy stone that weighed do wasn’t pain she felt but an inexplicable heartache.

Her hands and feet turned cold. Suzanne could only stand th hhelplessly.

It had been over four months since they got married. Despite ininitially rocky relationship, they hadn’t slept in separate rooms. So wity now?

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One of the maids greeted Suzanne politely and explained, “Madam, We are packing up Mr. Nathan’s things to move them to the adjacent

guesstroom.

Suzanned forced a smile and feigned indifference. “Feel free to go on with your work.” After that, she walked out of the bedroom.

She leaned against the wall by the door and looked up to the ceiling

with tears in her eyes. At that moment, Suzanne felt so disheartened that even her breathing became labored.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The familiar thud of his footsteps was etched deep into the depths of Suzanne’s heart.

She quickly wiped away her tears. Taking a deep breath, Suzanne straightened up and turned toward the stairs.

Nathan walked up the stairs. He went over to Suzanne with a meaningful gaze in his eyes. She couldn’t stop her heart beating’ faster as his tall, imposing figure loomed over her.

Suzanne lifted her head and looked into his mysterious dark eyes. She squeezed out a faint smile and asked, “Nathan, why are you. doing this?”

Nathan’s gaze was cold as he looked at Suzanne. Finally, he said in a detached tone, “I did as you wished.

Those words pierced Suzanne’s heart. Feeling aggrieved, Suz couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes.

What did he mean by doing as she wished? Did this man even kr what she truly desired?

He didn’t want to share a bed with her, and yet he found such a lofty excuse to shift the blame on her instead.

Suzanne hung her head to hide the pained expression on her face from Nathan. She murmured weakly “Thank you.”