The Wrong Woman

The realization of Nathan’s worry about her late return without prior notice stirred a mixture of guilt and nervousness within Suzanne.

Approaching Suzanne with deliberate steps, Nathan’s gaze held a depth that seemed to elude comprehension. “Have you been out of town?” he inquired gently.

Suzanne’s heart skipped a beat as she watched him, her mind

swirling with questions.

“How would he possibly know? Could he have tracked me?” she pondered, though she had settled all expenses at the hospital, leaving no trace of her whereabouts.

Observing her suspicious expression, Nathan’s lips curled slightly as he pointed to the departing vehicle. “The cab from other cities have issues with local traffic regulations. They rarely pick up passengers in Phoenicia,” he explained.

Suzanne turned her head to glance at the distant vehicle, sudden comprehending the situation. She nodded in acknowledgment. “Yes

“Do you mind sharing the reason for your trip?”

“No,” came Suzanne’s immediate reply.

Nathan felt a sharp pang in his heart at her firm response. Further questioning seemed futile. In a marriage, the absence of complete honesty only hints at a deeper disconnect.

With a tinge of disappointment, Nathan gently took her hand and led her back. “Let’s go inside,” he murmured.

Suzanne was guided by his warm and steady grasp as they entered Morrison Residence. His touch filled her heart with warmth and

sweetness, enveloping her in a sense of surreal happiness.

Though Nathan had always walked briskly, his steps now were slow and deliberate as they covered the short distance in a matter of

minutes.

Upon reaching the bedroom door, Nathan paused for a few seconds before releasing her hand.

Although it was already late at night, Suzanne harbored no desire to

sleep. She wanted to spend more time with Nathan, though she refrained from voicing her longing, fearing it might be misconstrued.

Suzanne hesitantly pushed the door open and stepped inside the room. Leaning against the door, she fixed her gaze on Nathan, her words lingering unspoken. Nathan met her gaze with silent intensity, his eyes filled with depth and emotion.

Neither Suzanne nor Nathan made a move to invite the other in. In the

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“Goodnight.” Suzanne finally broke the silence, attempting to ease t

tension.

Nathan let out a soft sigh, a faint smile playing on his lips. His hands slid into his pockets, his voice husky as he murmured, “Rest well.”

“Okay,” Suzanne replied softly, her lips pursed as she began to close the door slowly.

But before the door could shut completely, it halted, caught on something.

Looking up, Suzanne saw Nathan’s hand holding the door. In the next instant, she stepped back in surprise as he pushed the door open and entered the room. His tall figure loomed over Suzanne, filling the space with his presence.

“You…” Suzanne’s voice trailed off as Nathan silenced her with a kiss.

With a swift motion, Nathan kicked the door shut behind him, then lifted Suzanne by her waist to his level, pressing her against the door as his kiss intensified.

Suzanne gasped in astonishment, feeling his embrace enveloping her completely, her feet lifted off the ground as he held her against the door, allowing her clueless hands to cling to his broad shoulders.

She was completely taken aback.

His kiss was passionate and unrestrained. It was as if a whirlwind of desire threatened to consume her entirely, leaving her breathless and lost in his fiery passion.

His powerful physique radiated heat and strength, his primal energy pulsating with intensity. His kiss descended upon her like a raging storm, wild and untamed, catching her off guard with its raw fervor and rugged allure.