The Wrong Woman

Nervously, Suzanne halted Nathan’s hand and fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. “I don’t think we should go on.”

Confusion filled Nathan’s expression as he gazed at Suzanne. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she couldn’t meet his eyes. The air was tense with uncertainty.

Suzanne considered it-a regular guy might not be into someone who had dealt with a sexually transmitted infection three times.

She weighed the possibilities: he either loved her intensely or was convinced she was free from any diseases. Considering the slim chance of the former, she leaned toward the latter.

In a gentle tone, Suzanne asked, “Nathan, is there something you’re keeping from me?”

Nathan’s eyes wavered, but he insisted, “No.”

With his capabilities and the careful oversight of his two most trus assistants, Nathan was confident in the accuracy of the DNA resul

Suzanne released a gentle sigh, her mood sinking as she averted her gaze. “I don’t want to continue.”

A chill settled in Nathan’s heart, and his impulsive desires took a back seat. He gingerly distanced himself from her while dealing with his inner struggles and the pain he couldn’t put into words.

Nathan sat on the edge of the bed, letting out a deep breath as he grappled with his emotions. He thought about it for a long time but couldn’t muster the courage to talk to her about what was on his

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Suzanne sat up and fixed her clothes. Keeping a close eye on Nathan,

she could feel his inner turmoil and was sure he had a secret.

“Remember when you said you want us to be close? Well, as husband

and wife, we should be honest with each other.” Suzanne gently

encouraged him to share his secret.

However, the words remained stuck in Nathan’s throat, and he couldn’t bring himself to utter it. His gaze bore into Suzanne’s, who picked up on his hesitation and felt a twinge of frustration.

She got to her feet and declared with annoyance, “I don’t want to be around you. I’m heading back to my room.”

She had only taken a couple of steps when Nathan hurriedly caught up, clasping her wrist. Suzanne turned to face him.

Nathan looked handsome and carried himself with pride. There was always a serious vibe around him that made it a bit tough for others to approach.

Uttering the simple phrase “I love you” seemed like an overwhelming task. Nathan feared that once he mustered the courage to speak those words, Suzanne might respond with, “I don’t love you. The love is Oliver.”

Suzanne noticed Nathan’s uncertain expression and felt a sense hope. All she wanted was his honesty, and in return, she was ready to trust him and reveal the mystery behind her newfound identity.

Together, they could work on unraveling the truth. Suzanne waited patiently for quite some time.

“This is your room. I’ll go,” Nathan remarked.

Suzanne’s anger flared up. She moved behind Nathan and pushed his back firmly with both hands.

“Fine, just go. I don’t want to see you.” Even though she spoke in a gentle tone, a touch of annoyance hung in the air.

Suzanne struggled to budge Nathan with her weak efforts. Still,

Nathan followed her request and left the room. As Suzanne went to close the door, Nathan reached out to keep it open.

“Are you upset?” he asked solemnly.

Suzanne muttered, “No.”.

“You seem unhappy.”

“Would you be happy in my situation?”

Nathan fell silent. Suzanne had just turned him down, leaving him unable to fulfill his desires. Now, she was telling him to leave the room, and he couldn’t shake off the disappointment.

Wondering why Suzanne seemed upset, Nathan thought that maybe she could somehow sense he was keeping something from her. Nathan began, “I-”