The Wrong Woman

Layla arrogantly jabbed a finger in Suzanne’s direction, her voice dripping with disdain. “Don’t let your fame as a painter get to your head. You don’t hold a candle to Sally!

“She’s the only worthy match for the general of the Norvanian military. You? You’re nothing!” Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Rendered speechless, Suzanne clenched her fists tightly. She wasn’t experienced in arguing with someone so unreasonable.

In that tense moment, Nathan entered the scene. His cold gaze cast an icy chill over the room.

Everyone was visibly unsettled by his arrival. Even Layla, whose arrogance faltered in the face of his presence. Yet, she remained convinced of her assertion-that Nathan’s heart belonged to Sally, and he would shield her from any harm.

Contrary to her expectations, Nathan strode toward Suzanne enveloped her in his embrace. Stiffening at his touch, Suzann cautiously looked up at him.

“Listen, Layla. Whether you accept it or not, Suzanne will be my and only wife,” Nathan declared firmly.

Layla stood stunned by his proclamation, casting a nervous glance a Sally. The other Morrisons mirrored her surprise, a sense of betrayal creeping into their midst.

Sally, in turn, regarded Nathan with a hurtful gaze as tears welled up

in her eyes.

Nathan shifted his attention to Sally, his tone unwavering. “Listen,

Sally. I’ll marry you if I truly love you. If not, then there’s no romantic

connection between us.

“To put it plainly, our relationship resembles that of siblings.

However, I’m very disappointed in you. You’ve been scheming behind my back, and it’s becoming unacceptable.”

Taylor and Wendy gasped in disbelief, utterly stunned by Nathan’s declaration. Their gazes bounced between Nathan and Sally, struggling to comprehend the unexpected revelation.

“I didn’t! Why are you accusing me?” Sally protested desperately, stomping her feet.

At that moment, Tobias and Cheryl were exchanging whispers, while Duke and Layla were left dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events.

Just what was going on? Why would Nathan describe his relationship with Sally as sibling-like? And what underhanded tricks were he referring to?

No one had a clue, but they could faintly infer an answer from the words spoken.

“Get out of here at once, Sally,” Nathan ordered firmly.

“No! I suffer from major depressive disorder, Nate! Would you rather see me going nuts?” Sally cried out as her foot stomped in defiance.

Suzanne sighed softly and gently tugged at Nathan’s sleeve. Sensing her subtle cue, Nathan leaned in and asked in a hushed voice, “What’s wrong?”

With a slight tilt of her head, Suzanne whispered in Nathan’s ear, “I’ve been delving into psychology lately, particularly researching depressive disorders. From what I can gather, Sally’s likely feigning her illness

After a brief moment of contemplation, Nathan asked, “She’s dead set against leaving. Any ideas?”

“I have a plan, but will you have regrets afterward?” Suzanne sought confirmation.

Nathan shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips. “Anything you say.”

Hearing Nathan’s assurance, Suzanne nodded in satisfaction. The others watched in astonishment at their unexpected intimacy, feeling as though they were a couple deeply in love.

At that moment, it was difficult to believe that Nathan harbored. feelings for Sally. His gaze, brimming with love and affection, was solely fixed on Suzanne.

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