The Wrong Woman

Upon entering the house, a few maids brought tea and snacks.

Nathan sat down and chatted with Florence for a while. But his mind

wandered and he found his gaze drifting toward the front door.

Florence soon noticed his lack of focus. “Nate, what’s wrong? Are your men still waiting outside?”

“No, they’ve gone back to rest.” Nathan snapped back to reality and took a sip of tea.

A pleasant fragrance filled the air. Nathan pursed his lips and paused.

Florence smiled. “Do you like it? Suzanne was the one who chose the tea, It’s a good tea. Also, it’s not easy to prepare this tea. Suzanne says the water temperature shouldn’t be too high as a higher temperature will make it bitter.”

Just hearing Suzanne’s name made Nathan’s heart skip a beat. He gently placed the cup down and cleared his throat. “Seems like you’re getting along well.”

Florence sighed. “That girl is quite simple-minded. She’s soft and

gentle in character, and she can do anything she sets her mind on. I sometimes wonder how an intelligent yet innocent girl like her has such an unsightly past.”

Nathan didn’t want to dwell on her past. He hummed. “What is she doing now?”

Florence said, “She went to trim the flowers. The flowers in the

greenhouse are blooming splendidly, and I thought of placing some in the living room.”

Nathan finished his tea and stood up. “I’ll help with the trimming.”

Florence was stunned. “What?” Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

But before Florence could register the situation, Nathan had already

left.

Florence leaned on the couch and watched as Nathan hurried away. She thought her ears were playing tricks on her. He’s going to trim the flowers?

Her son was a typical tough guy. He had never been one for gardening. In the past, he had even killed her flowers just by attempting to water them..

But now he was volunteering to help trim the flowers? Was he bored at work? Was that why he had resorted to gardening to pass the time?

In the greenhouse, sunlight filtered through the glass roof, casting its glow upon every flower. The room was filled with the overwhelming fragrance of flowers.

There was a small table, a few chairs, and a large umbrella in a

shaded corner.

Suzanne sat under the umbrella, and on the table were many freshly cut flowers. She carefully pruned the branches and leaves before arranging them in a vase.

She suddenly heard footsteps approaching her.

Suzanne looked up and her heart dropped. She immediately jumped out of her seat nervously.

Nathan walked in, his gaze sweeping over the flowers in the greenhouse. However, he deliberately avoided looking at Suzanne.

“Do you need anything, General Morrison?” Suzanne asked cautiously.

Nathan walked over and inspected the fresh flowers. He poked them with a finger. “Mom told me to bring some flowers back.”

Suzanne hurriedly sat down and sped up her trimming. “Please give me a moment. I’m almost done.”

While Suzanne was working, Nathan finally shifted his gaze to her.

Did Suzanne grow thinner after just ten days apart? Was she not eating well at the Morrison Residence? Was she being mistreated?

Nathan took the seat opposite her and leaned back casually. He

placed his hand on the fresh flowers.

Suzanne was startled and quickly pulled his hand away. “Don’t crush

the flowers.”

Nathan seized the opportunity and grabbed her hand.

Suzanne was startled and quickly pulled her hand back. But the man was much stronger than her and wouldn’t let go.

Nathan studied Suzanne’s palm with a frown. The wound had completely healed, leaving only a faint scar behind.

Suzanne’s heart raced and her breathing grew erratic. “General Morrison, you-”

Nathan coldly interrupted her, “Isn’t using my full name formal enough? Why are you calling me by title now? Are you deadset on divorcing me?”