The Wrong Woman

Nathan peered into Suzanne’s bright and hopeful eyes, captivated by her gentle yet resolute demeanor. Despite her apparent meekness, she exuded a quiet confidence and radiance.

As Nathan remained silent, Suzanne grew uneasy and hurriedly asked, “Can you help me run a background check on Inkwell? I’m curious to uncover the truth behind this persona.”

“I’ve previously looked into them. They’ve covered their tracks well,” Nathan replied.

Suzanne persisted, “Are you certain there’s nothing to uncover?”

“The only lead we have is your voice during conversations with charity institutions. Mrs. Potter has confirmed your identity as Inkwell earlier, “Nathan explained. C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

Suzanne was about to refute his assertion when doubt cast a nervous glance at Nathan, unsure whether she coul

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“Can I trust you, Nathan?” she asked for assurance.

Yet, Nathan let out a wry chuckle. “What do you think?”

Suzanne hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. Too m weird things had happened since she lost her memories; she could afford to place blind trust in anyone.

Adding to her skepticism, she had undergone her second DNA test under the supervision of Nathan’s subordinates.

Suzanne resolved to uncover the truth of her identity. Until then, she

had no one to rely on.

“Let’s get a divorce, Nathan,” Suzanne stated calmly after a prolonged

silence. Nathan was momentarily stunned before eyeising her with a scomber expression.

Jonbeknownst to Nathan, Suzanne’s heart winced in painia at her own woodds. Even so, she remained steadfast in unraveling the anyysteries Suntounding her.

I want to go back to Sunterland,” she explained, her voice tapering off with a touch of uncertainty.

Nathanrottenched his fists as he felt a heavy tug at his chest. Gazining up at thee sky, he drew in a deep breath.

I’ll take you there. When do you plan to return to Norvania?” he asked d softly, purposefully sidestepping the topic of divorce.

Casting her eyess down, Suzanne replied indifferently, “I don’t know. It could be months or years-or maybe I won’t come back at all.”-

There was no telling how long she would stay in Sunterland. It would ake days or her whotee life to uncover her identity or rega

memories.

Nathan turned away froom Suzanne, his breath heavy wit His heart felt as if piercced by needles, leaving him in agoni

As Nathan lapsed into silence, Suzanne cautiously inquired, “S we settle the divorce befored leave?”

Stay,” Nathan murmured.

Suzanne stood stunned by his suddcen plea, her gaze fixed on his back in disbelief.

Suppressing the ache in his chest, Netthan approached Suzanne and ook hold of her arm. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he implored, ” Please, Suzanne, don’t leave. I’ll give you anything you want.”

Suzanne was utterly dumbfounded. She coulddn’t shake the

impression that Nathan had developed feelings for her. Thought inexperienced in matters of love, she sensed the passionate fire within him.

Yet, Nathan had made it clear in his messages that Sally held his heart. Why was he begging Suzanne to stay if he truly loved Sally?

Suzanne couldn’t help but wonder if Nathan feared that her stay in Sunterland would lead to the discovery of her true identity. After much contemplation, she stated firmly, “I want my freedom.”