The Wrong Woman

Suzanne fixed her gaze on Nathan’s bandaged shoulder, not daring to look anywhere else. She felt a subtle warmth radiating off her entire body as her fingers trembled ever so slightly.

The room was so silent she could almost hear her own heartbeat.

There was something off about Nathan too. She could feel his’ fiery gaze locked on her, and his labored breathing matched the rise and fall of his chest. Perhaps it was because of the pain, he sat bolt upright, unmoving.

Suzanne had to inch closer as he was seated on the bed, causing his gaze to fall uncomfortably on her chest. She shifted slightly to the

side.

“I’ll remove the gauze now. Tell me if it hurts,” Suzanne said softly. He could hear her concern for him in her voice.

Nathan hummed in response, his Adam’s apple bobbing in

Suzanne slowly peeled the gauze off his wound, but as it w tightly, it pulled on his skin. She carefully removed it with both as she was worried that she might cause him pain.

Without even noticing it, she had already bent forward and lower her head to blow lightly on the exposed wound.

She didn’t know that the slight pain caused by the peeling of the gauze was nothing to Nathan. The action of her blowing on the wound, however, made him restless and uneasy.

Suzanne had a faint and enticing fragrance around her, and several strands of her hair lightly brushed against his face and his shoulders. An internal turmoil raged within Nathan, causing him to tighten the

hands on his lap into fists.

When Suzanne finally removed the gauze, she noticed the wound was still bleeding. Though it was already stitched up, it was still a horrifying sight. It hurt her to see him suffering such an injury.

She teared up at the thought of how if the bullet were to hit him just a little lower, it would have hit his heart.

After disinfecting the wound with some iodine, she applied fresh medication and replaced the gauze.

When Nathan slowly turned to look at her, she quickly lowered her head so that her face was covered by her hair. She took several deep breaths to force back the tears in her eyes.

Nathan’s intense gaze was locked on Suzanne’s side profile. They were like bottomless abysses wanting to draw her into their depths.

He felt no pain. The only thing he felt was her soft fingertips brushing across his skin ever so lightly, causing his whole body to tens His heart raced.

As she focused on tending to his wound, he was absorbed in star

at her.

Time ticked by as they basked in the blissful and warm interaction. However, there was also an indescribable agony lurking just beyond

reach.

Nathan did all he could to suppress the urge, clenching his fists ever so tightly. He was afraid that he might scare her if he lost control. His mind had been in utter disarray since the day Suzanne brought up her

wish for a divorce.

For the past half a month, he would occasionally forget about her when he was busy with work. Thoughts of her would not intrude his mind when he contemplated matters of the nation.

However, when night fell, and all was quiet, he would go mad thinking about her. Her adorable face and watery eyes would occupy every

crevice of his mind.

He was starting to think he liked Suzanne for her face, which resembled Sally’s in her younger days.

He’d asked himself if his taste in women had remained unchanging

and that he preferred women who looked more youthful. Yet, he found that he admired her for her talent, her knowledge, and her gentle personality even more.

Nathan wasn’t sure if that was love.

After bandaging his wound up, Suzanne cleared the medications from the bed and placed them on the bedside table. But the moment she turned around, her gaze met his, and she saw the scorching intensityContent is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

in them.

Flustered, her heart seemed to skip a beat. She had no idea why Nathan was staring at her like that.

In her mess of anxiety, she hurriedly picked up his shirt and hande to him, urging, “You should put them on. The air-conditioning is o You might catch a cold.”

As Nathan reached out for his shirt, his grip on her wrist suddenly tightened, and he gave her a sharp tug. Suzanne was caught off guard

and fell onto him.

The moment she was pressed against his chest, Nathan’s arm went around her waist and flipped her around so that she was on the bed,

beneath him.