The Wrong Woman

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Chapter 129

Halfway through dinner, Suzanne suddenly remembered the mess she’d left in the study and the bedroom. Hence, she hurriedly went upstairs to clean them up. After she was done, she returned

downstairs to finish her meal.

She wondered where Nathan and Cole had disappeared to after heading upstairs. Could Nathan possibly not wish to share a room with her since Sally was there, so he decided to rest in the guest room?

That was highly likely.

When Suzanne returned to the dining table, everyone had already finished their meals and left. She sat down dejectedly and continued eating. She couldn’t even taste her food due to her heavy mood.

Over in the living room, after Sally set her phone down, she call in an anxious and urgent tone, “Mrs. Morrison, I just called Luca toldthat Nate suffered a gunshot to his shoulder last night.

“They had just extracted the bullet not too long ago. But Nate didi want to be hospitalized and insisted on coming home.”

Florence covered her mouth in shock as she teared up. “Last night? A. gunshot?”

She put everything down and rushed up the stairs, sobbing as she cried aloud, “Oh my goodness! My son…”

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Sally followed after her and went upstairs too.

Back in the dining room, Suzanne lowered her head. Her hands, gripping the cutleries, were frozen. She trembled all over, and her heart ached for him. Nervousness and unease took over her as a

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belated fear tightened its grip.

By the tshe looked up again, Florence and Sally had already vanished upstairs. A tightness clenched at her heart. She desperately wanted to see Nathan and check on how severe his injury was.

Suzanne didn’t return to her room straight after dinner. Not wanting to see Nathan and Sally being intimate with each other, she went to take a stroll in the garden.

She stayed outside, admiring the night view late into the night, until she felt a little tired before she returned.

As she pushed open the door to their room, she found the lights were turned on, but there was no one in sight.

Suzanne shuffled her feet into the room, exhausted. Moving over to the bed, she sat down and slumped over to her side, letting out a long

sigh.

Why wasn’t Nathan in the room? It was already so late at

Suzanne was certain he was in Sally’s room. She wonder nature of their relationship. Was it polygamous?

That thought made Suzanne feel awful. She was both aggrie saddened.

All of a sudden, she heard the sound of the glass doors sliding o Suzanne’s eyes widened instantly as she looked at the balcony in

confusion.

Nathan cin from the balcony, closing the glass doors behind him and drawing the curtains. He was in a set of comfy pajamas.

From the back, Suzanne could see his broad shoulders and his neatly cropped hair. He looked effortlessly handsome.

She couldn’t explain why she was taken over by nervousness, but her

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entire body was taut. So, she gulped dryly and tried to say something, but she didn’t know what to say.

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Nathan turned and walked in after drawing the curtains. He then switched on the air conditioner with a remote control and leaned against a shelf, fixing his deep and calm gaze on Suzanne.

When their eyes met, Suzanne was so nervous she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her gaze slowly traveled from his shoulder up to his striking face.

He had been shot yesterday and just had the bullet extracted. He should be in the hospital bed receiving treatment, so why did he insist on coming back?

Eaten up by worry, all she managed was to blurt out, “Does it hurt?”

She was finally looking at him, finally speaking to him. A faint, bitter smile played on Nathan’s lips.

He’d been through all sorts of dangerous situations all the Bleeding and getting injured were commonplace. Never on let out that he was in pain, nor did he fear death.

But now, he just wanted Suzanne to show more concern for hi Hence, he made his voice sound weak and feeble, and he murm

It hurts. A lot.”

ears.

Suzanne nervously gripped the bedsheets tight. She had a mind walk up to him to check on his wound.

But all it took was a split second of hesitation, and she held back the urge. She hadn’t even stood up from the bed.

Nathan’s gaze on her was intense. She didn’t know what she should say, so she quickly looked away.

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