The Wrong Woman
Chapter 133

Chapter 133

Suzanne lay still, feigning sleep with her back facing Nathan. Her fingertips stealthily traced her lips, still tingling from Nathan's kiss.

A hollow ache settled in her chest, mingling with a confusing blend of excitement and sadness. Throughout the night, she mulled over the reason for Nathan's kiss.

She wondered if it was merely a fleeting moment of passion or if it was driven by his desires. The former seemed unlikely, while the latter felt strained, especially considering Nathan's character and his recent injury.

Nathan made no further moves, merely switching off the light and settling on the other side of the bed, slipping into a quiet slumber.

Suzanne couldn't fathom the thoughts swirling in his mind.

As the next morning dawned, Suzanne was roused by knocking. She caught a glimpse of Nathan as he opened t left to join the rest for breakfast.

She shook off her drowsiness and got up slowly, feeling glo

she went to freshen up.

tent

Dressed and ready as usual, she headed downstairs for breakfa However, as she went down the stairs, she met with a scene she

dreaded-the presence of several people she least wanted to see.

Seated at the table were Nathan's aunt, Lindsey, along with her goddaughter, Elyse, as well as Sally and her uncle, Oliver. Though the atmosphere appeared harmonious, beneath the surface, tensions

simmered like an unlit fuse on a battlefield.

Unwilling to become entangled in their web of deceit, Suzanne

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decided to skip breakfast altogether and headed straight for the door.

As she made her way down the stairs, Nathan caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye. His expression turned melancholic as she hesitated for a moment before stepping out.

The breakfast before Nathan turned tasteless in an instant. He knew all too well that these people were not here merely to check on his recovery but harbored ulterior motives of their own.

In the backyard of the villa, the sun bathed every corner in its warm embrace, casting a radiant glow upon the blooming flowers.

Suzanne lounged lazily on the stone table within the pavilion. She gazed at the lush garden while enjoying the fresh air and gentle caress of the spring breeze. Despite her hunger, an air of contentment enveloped her.

A man's voice abruptly broke the tranquility. "Why aren't you ing breakfast?"

Suzanne jolted upright and turned to look behind her. Her mool soured instantly at the sight before her. It was Oliver. He was dr impeccably, looking elegant and sophisticated.

Suzanne harbored no fondness for either Sally or Oliver. She responded with an indifferent hum before standing up and prepared to leave.

Oliver stepped forward anxiously and grabbed her arm.

Suzanne turned back, her brow furrowing at his grasp. Her expression darkened, and her tone was icy as she said, "Dr. Hoffis, please let go. of me."

However, Oliver held on tightly. His breath grew heavy, his voice soft and gentle as he pleaded, "Suzanne, we need to talk."

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"I barely know you. There's nothing to talk about."

Oliver sneered, "Our past..."

Suzanne cut him off. "Please, don't mention the past. I have no memories of it. To me, you're just a stranger."

But Oliver persisted, his other hand reaching out to hold Suzanne's other arm, drawing her closer.

Suzanne struggled to free herself. "Let me go!"

Oliver's tone turned resentful. "How long will you live in denial? Nathan has always loved Sally. His marriage to you was merely an act to please his grandmother. Will you continue to lie to yourself? "I've always loved you deeply, and I'd give anything for you. Why can't you just look at me?" With heartfelt sincerity, tears welled in Oliver's eyes, their edges turning red.

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