The Wrong Woman

Sally felt the seriousness of the situation sank in. Anxiously, she looked at Gary and Florence. “Mr. Morrison, Mrs. Morrison, I-”

But before she could say more, they just walked past her without a word, their faces cold and distant.

Others in the living room also displayed indifference and disdain. They muttered just loud enough for $ally to catch their words.

“I can’t believe this. I’ve been around for ages, and I still can’t figure out when someone’s faking being the victim.”

“You’re not alone. I’ve fallen for it too.”

The Morrisons despised Sally. Normally, Sally could handle awkward situations, but this one was tough. The whole living room was empty, and Sally was the only one left.

Frustration boiled inside her, and anger flashed in her eyes. Sh clenched her teeth, stormed back to her room, packed her ba walked out.

Leaving the Morrison residence, Sally’s resentment grew. She gra her phone and made a call. “Hello, is this Suzanne’s dad? Your daughter has tied the knot with someone from a wealthy family.”

In her room, Suzanne carefully planted the zinnias in a pot, then set it on the balcony before giving them a good watering.

She couldn’t resist the charm of the cute and beautiful flowers. A huge smile lit up her face throughout the entire time.

A gentle breeze whispered, and the balcony was bathed in the warmth

of the sun. Suzanne’s cheeks blushed as the sunlight gently kissed them.

Her eyes formed happy crinkles as she smiled, and she found herself irresistibly drawn to reach out and touch the zinnias.

After a bit, she looked up and noticed the room had gone super quiet. Wondering what Nathan was doing, she went back in to find him fast asleep on the bed.

Suzanne gingerly climbed onto the bed, using both hands to support herself as she leaned toward Nathan’s handsome face. She watched in silence for a few minutes to make sure he was truly asleep.

Nathan stayed perfectly still, breathing steadily and quietly. His face was really good-looking, with thick eyebrows, a straight nose, and lips that had a sexy charm.

Despite his good looks, he gave off a cold and serious vibe that made others feel a sense of intimidation when he stayed silent.

Suzanne, who never dreamed of being Nathan’s wife, was amaze that she now got flowers from him. Even though his way of giving flowers was unique, it still touched her deeply.

She smiled softly as she carefully inched closer. Her movements were graceful, and with bated breath, she couldn’t resist placing a kiss on Nathan’s lips.

As her lips met Nathan’s soft ones, her heart burst with emotion. Her whole body tensed and trembled with nervous excitement. She enjoyed it so much, and the impulse was overwhelming.

After the quick kiss, she backed away while enjoying the triumph of their secret moment. Just as she felt relieved, Nathan slowly opened his eyes and stared at her with a dazed look.

Suzanne blushed immediately. She pressed her lips together with a

look of embarrassment and discomfort, resembling a child caught in the act. Nathan looked quietly at the discomfort in Suzanne’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry,” Suzanne apologized.

Nathan’s throat moved as he swallowed hard. He couldn’t figure out why Suzanne was saying sorry for kissing him. In a deep, raspy voice, he questioned, “Sorry, for what?”

Suzanne glanced down and whispered, “I just wanted to thank you. I really appreciate the flowers you give me.”

Nathan let out a hum of acknowledgment, his eyes filled with

passión. Suzanne started to pull away, thinking of leaving the bed so as not to disturb his rest.

However, Nathan firmly caught hold of her wrist, causing her to look at him with surprise.

He never imagined that a small bunch of flowers would prompt Suzanne to kiss him. It was a delightful surprise, but his longing for more kicked in-a more profound, lingering kiss, or perhaps a comforting hug. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“Is that all?” Nathan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Suzanne felt a bit puzzled. “What?”

Nathan couldn’t help but find her adorable and innocent. “Apart from flowers, what else makes you happy?”

He shifted his hand from her wrist to her delicate hand and held it with all his tenderness.

Without a second thought, Suzanne responded, “Books.” Nathan’s gaze intensified even further.