The Wrong Woman

Nathan strolled up to Suzanne with a darkened gaze and suddenly

leaned down.

Suzanne instinctively leaned back and landed on the bed. She could feel her heart racing out of her chest.

Nathan knelt on the bed and placed his hands beside her as he peered down at her:

His masculine scent flooded over Suzanne and her breaths turned Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

erratic. She was both nervous and confused.

Nathan teased playfully, “Madam, do you prefer to top or bottom for

me?”

“That’s not what I meant.” Suzanne paled. Why did she sense some seriousness behind his playful words?

“You… you seem unhappy-ever since I exited the lab; and you refuse to talk to me.” Suzanne swallowed hard.

Nathan smirked and muttered, “The successful extraction of pure Azurium not only saved me a chunk of money but also pushed our technology forward. Of course, I’m happy.”

“Are you doubting my identity again, then? Is that why you’re acting

like this?” Suzanne asked.

“I have never stopped doubting your identity.” Nathan hummed.

Suzanne frowned and shot him a displeased look. She was trying to get a read on him.

Not wanting to see her distressed, Nathan consoled, “Stop thinking about it. I’m not unhappy. If anything, I’m very excited. But I need

some time to digest the shock you’ve given me, okay?”

Suzanne shook her head.

“It’s okay if you don’t understand. Just go to sleep.” Nathan pointed at the clock. “It’s already one in the morning.”

Suzanne sighed. “I can’t sleep.”

Nathan’s gaze darkened. “How about we do some bedtime activities

to help release some energy after I’m done showering?”

Suzanne immediately closed her eyes and blushed. “I’m tired.”

Nathan bitterly pursed his lips and stood up. He couldn’t help but feel dejected over Suzanne’s rejection. Who was she preserving her chastity for?

Nathan went to take a shower. When he came out, the lights were already turned off, and Suzanne was asleep. He climbed into bed, careful to leave some gap between them.

In the past, Nathan could keep his cool even when he shared a bed with Suzanne. Yet now, the lust he had for her was growing by the day.

It would be another sleepless night.

The next morning, Suzanne was woken up by the sunlight pouring in through the curtains.

She rubbed her eyes as she roused from slumber. The space beside her was empty with only a neatly folded sheet in its place.

Without Nathan there, Suzanne’s heart felt empty too. It was an unpleasant feeling.

Suzanne got up and did her morning routine. After changing out of her pajamas, she left the room with her hair falling over her shoulders.

She bumped into Sally who had been waiting at the door.

Sally’s hands were folded across her chest as she leaned against the wall. She gave off a very strong and assertive presence.

Suzanne shot Sally a puzzled look.

Sally smirked and clicked her tongue mockingly. “Impressive! You’re now the talk of the camp.”

Suzanne paid no attention to her words and calmly stated, “You can go now. He’s not in the room.”

Sally snorted. “Who said I was looking for Nate? I was waiting for you.

Suzanne was taken aback.

Sally was looking for her? It was definitely bad news. Suzanne wondered what schemes Sally might be plotting.