The Wrong Woman

Nathan couldn’t help but think about Sally, who was always immersed in her books. For her, books weren’t just filled with facts, they were like brain food.

Worried about disturbing him, Suzanne said, “E-books are easy to use now, and a lot of them are free. You should get some more sleep. I won’t bother you.”

Nathan slowly released her hand. A mix of emotions swirled within him. Even though he cared about Suzanne, memories of Sally stuck around.

Unintentionally, he found himself merging the two in his interactions with Suzanne. He set aside his thoughts and closed his eyes.

Suzanne got up from the bed and grabbed a book. She eased into a chair and began to read while Nathan continued to get some rest. The tranquil ambiance in the room deepened the sense of calm.

Now and then, Suzanne couldn’t resist stealing glances at his peaceful sleeping face. Just looking at him made her feel warm and happy. These moments were like pure bliss, and she felt truly content. Nathan stirred after a four-hour nap and noticed Suzanne dozing at the desk. After checking the time on his phone, he quietly got up from the bed and went to Suzanne. With care, he gently lifted her and settled her on the bed.

He covered her with a blanket, then propped himself up on the bed with his arms. Gazing at her serene sleeping face, he lovingly stroked. her silky hair.

After a quick refresh in the bathroom, Nathan stepped out of the room and was greeted by a commotion of sounds.

He followed the noise downstairs, only to discover Suzanne’s parents and brother had arrived. They sat arrogantly in the living room,

showing no respect.

“Get Suzanne out here now! I can’t believe she got married without even asking us. Does she think we’re dead or what?” Dario York, Suzanne’s father, scowled in irritation.

Samuel sat with crossed legs while casually eyeing the villa. His eyes lit up. “Dad, Suzanne’s got a knack for picking rich guys. Look at this place-must’ve cost a fortune.”

Dario lounged on the couch with his hands casually spread on each side. He snorted with arrogance. “Marrying a rich guy means nothing! She’s just like her mom-no help at all.

“She got married several times but never shared a penny with me. I’ll deal with her soon.”

Horrified by her in-laws’ vulgarity, Florence quietly distanced herself. She made sure her sons and daughters-in-law stayed in their room leaving only Gary with the guests. Gary sat in silence, wearing a st expression.

As Nathan descended the stairs, Gary appeared relieved and quickly stood up. “Nate, your in-laws are here. Can you deal with them? I’ve got something to take care of.” a

After Gary left the living room, Nathan approached the trio and gave them a serious look. Although the Yorks recognized him as their son- in-law, his solemn attitude made him a bit intimidating.

Samuel quickly uncrossed his legs, sat up, and stole anxious glances at his parents. Dario worked hard to keep his composure while

watching Nathan with a touch of arrogance.

Meanwhile, Betty was beaming with joy. She stood up and spoke

warmly, “You must be Suzanne’s husband, right? It’s a pleasure to meet you.

“I’m Suzanne’s mom, Betty York. This is Suzanne’s dad, Dario, and her brother, Samuel. We just dropped by for a visit with our daughter.”

Dario exploded with anger. He pointed at Betty and yelled, “You, old hag, can’t you understand how things work in society? He should be the one trying to please us politely!

“You were born into a lower class, and you’ve raised a daughter who’s just as low as you.”

Betty rolled her eyes at Dario, who had a habit of being nasty and using rough language, a behavior often fueled by his excessive drinking.

Old habits were tough to break, and Dario had already started his tirade during their first visit to their son-in-law’s home.

Nathan clenched his fists, his expression growing solemn in

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