The Wrong Woman

Nathan led Suzanne to the dressing table and gestured for her to sit

down.

Meanwhile, he settled on the bed and adopted a serious tone. ”

Suzanne, in situations where we don’t have solid proof, it’s wise to be cautious and skeptical.”

Suzanne was a bit puzzled. Nathan sensed that she might not have encountered much of the real world.

Maybe she had been sheltered from it. Or it could be that amnesia protected her from the harsh realities of human nature.

“I have a hunch you could be a Nightshade spy, but without proof, it’s just a suspicion,” Nathan explained patiently.

“Did the informant you killed lie?” Suzanne asked.

“He wasn’t the one who tried to harm you earlier. I’ve scrutinized the footage extensively. Their body sizes don’t match.

“Also, the vice-captain, who’s usually armed with a gun, wouldn’t resort to a knife for an assassination attempt,” Nathan responded.

Suzanne was taken aback. She hadn’t expected Nathan to delve so deeply into the matter.

“The vice-captain might be getting framed. If he’s with the Nightshade, he would act quickly to eliminate you,” Nathan explained.

“I thought maybe I was the spy,” Suzanne murmured.

“That’s still a possibility,” Nathan replied.

Suzanne’s heart, which had just started to relax, tensed up again at Nathan’s words. She jerked her head up. There was a touch of worry

in her eyes as she glanced at him.

Nathan noticed her unease and quickly reassured her, “It’s just an occupational habit. I’ve always been a bit suspicious about your past, but I haven’t figured it out yet. It’s still under investigation.”

Suzanne looked at him expectantly. “Nathan, if I used to be a spy before I lost my memory, would you end me?”

Nathan was taken aback by the question. He stared into Suzanne’s clear eyes. His heart sank as he wondered if he could truly bring himself to end her if her past identity as a spy turned out to be true.

A sharp pain stabbed deep into his chest, and he avoided dwelling on the troubling thought.

“Go take a shower and stop overthinking,” Nathan urged.

His silence spoke volumes, and Suzanne sensed the likely affirmative

response.

“Okay,” Suzanne replied.

Her heart felt empty. She grabbed her pajamas from the walk-in closet before heading to the bathroom.

Deep in thought, Nathan lay on the bed and fixed his gaze on the

ceiling.

Maybe seeing Suzanne had eased his mind, or perhaps the fatigue from long workdays had caught up with him. He drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

When Suzanne finished her shower and came out of the bathroom, she found Nathan already asleep. She approached the bed quietly

and climbed in beside him.

As she lay down, she couldn’t help but watch his peaceful sleeping face. Nathan’s breathing was calm and steady. He looked handsome

with his well-defined features and smooth, healthy skin.

Suzanne gave in to the urge to touch Nathan’s thick eyebrows but stopped just before reaching his brow. Clenching her fist, she withdrew her hand and turned her gaze to his nose and thin lips.

Feelings overwhelmed her, and she felt the urge to lean in for a kiss. Yet, uncertainty clouded her mind. She was convinced that she was too tainted for Nathan to desire anything with her in this life.

Even though their marriage seemed strong on the surface, it felt empty inside. Doubts started to sneak in about how long their marriage would last.

Suzanne slowly closed her eyes as she sensed an uncomfortable

ache within her heart.

The next day, Suzanne woke up around noon in the Morrison Residence. Luckily, there were housekeepers to handle the chores, so she didn’t have to worry about that.

Besides, Gary and Florence were pretty laid-back and didn’t interfere much in their family’s lives.

When Suzanne finally rose from bed, it was already past 11:00 am, and Nathan was nowhere to be seen. After a quick freshening up and a simple grooming, she stepped out of the room.

As she entered the living room, she found several people gathered, creating a lively atmosphere.

Someone spoke up, “Gary, Florence, these are gifts for you. This one’s for Tay, this one’s for Toby, this one’s for Dukie, this one’s for Nate. Dan had run away from home for so many years, so no gift for him.”