The Wrong Woman

Suzanne was taken aback by Oliver’s genuine display of emotion. His tears were a testament to the depth of his feelings.

The emotion must have been intense to move such a composed man like Oliver to tears.

Amidst her astonishment, Suzanne studied Oliver’s subtle

expressions and his heartfelt sentiments, attempting to decipher his innermost thoughts.

Before Suzanne could gather her thoughts, Oliver suddenly pulled her into his embrace and held her tightly.

Startled, Suzanne struggled with all her might and demanded, “Let me go! What are you doing? Let me go!”

Oliver held onto her firmly, his head burying into her shoul voice was hoarse and choked with emotion as he conf you so much. Why are you treating me this way? Why mu cruel, be it before or after you lost your memory?”

With men naturally stronger than women, Suzanne found her unable to break free. The more she struggled, the tighter Olive became, almost suffocating her with his embrace. She felt her shoulders ache with the pressure.

His

love

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Finally, frustrated and exhausted, Suzanne ceased her struggle, standing still like a puppet. She gritted her teeth as she warned, “Dr. Hoffis, release me, or I’ll scream for help.”

“Suzanne, I love you, truly and deeply. Please, give me a chance,” Oliver persisted, declaring his love passionately.

Suzanne felt nothing stir within her heart, not even a hint of disgust. “I

don’t love you.”

“Divorce Nathan and be with me. I will make you happy. I’ll cherish you for the rest of my life. We-”

Before Oliver could finish, a strong force yanked him away abruptly. Oliver lost his balance and stumbled backward, landing with a thud on the ground.

Equally taken aback by the powerful force, Suzanne stepped back in surprise. As she collected herself, she realized Nathan was standing between them. His expression was dark and stern, and his gaze piercing with icy intensity.

Oliver silently picked himself up from the ground and brushed off the dust from his clothes with a hint of anger. “I was just catching up with my ex-girlfriend. No need to get so worked up.”

It was the first time Suzanne had seen Nathan with such an unpleasant expression. He bore a resemblance to Hades, ablaze with killing intent. The chilling air surrounding him wa terrifying, as if it could freeze the entire world in an instant.

Despite being the victim of Oliver’s advances, Suzanne couldn but feel guilty. She felt as if she was a wife caught in the act of cheating.

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Nathan’s cold gaze shifted to Oliver, his tone dripping with sarcasm each word cutting. “Your way of catching up seems rather special. Shall I arrange a room for you?”

Instead of rising to Nathan’s bait, Oliver smirked with satisfaction, his tone devoid of respect. “I think that would be lovely.” Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, Suzanne’s eyes were already brimming with tears. She had thought Nathan had come to her aid, only to find herself

humiliated.

How could he say things so demeaning like arranging a room? What audacity!

Her heart was heavy with disappointment.

She wondered whether Nathan truly understood her distress or if he believed she deserved such treatment.

Nathan charged toward Oliver and confronted him with a grip as firm as steel. “Stay away from her. Touch her again, and you’ll regret it.”

Despite the sweat glistening on Oliver’s brow, he remained composed, his smile cold as ice. In a taunting tone, he retorted, “Did you forget you had a wife when you were cozying up to Sally?”