The Wrong Woman

Sally broke into a fit of coughs after she was released. Gasping, she took in deep breaths.

Panic washed over her and she didn’t dare to anger Oliver again.

Oliver continued driving as if nothing happened. He muttered calmly,”

You’re not allowed on base anymore. Dad wants me to take you home. Also, she must never appear in front of my parents.”

“Why?” Sally asked timidly.

Oliver huffed. “Older folks usually rely on instincts to judge people. And Vera Cross is a prime example of this. They don’t care about evidence or scientific proof. They wouldn’t even believe you if you presented them with a DNA report.”

Sally rolled her eyes. “That old witch is just confused because of

dementia.”

Oliver glanced coldly at Sally. He felt uneasy.

Some people were born exceptional and were as bright as a dial no matter the circumstances. But some could never hide their s

-no matter how much they tried to cover it.

The sky gradually brightened.

Suzanne felt an unbearable itch on her chest. She tossed and turned and even tried to scratch it. But the bandage prevented her from satisfying the itch.

Nathan was awoken by her movement. He gazed at the restless Suzanne drowsily and asked gently, “What’s wrong, Suzy?”

The unexpected nickname was like a bucket of cold water, waking up Suzanne instantly. She widened her eyes at Nathan nervously.

As their gaze met, the tension around them rose.

Nathan also came to his senses and realized he had accidentally

revealed his well-hidden affection for her.

He cleared his throat awkwardly and sat up. “Are you feeling uncomfortable?”

Suzanne nodded. The itch was bothering her a lot. She furrowed her brows and whined weakly, “It’s itchy.

She was just expressing her worries. But it still sent shivers down Nathan’s spine.

Her sweet and soft complaint struck him like a lightning bolt, sending electricity through his veins. He could feel himself getting harder, and he shifted around uncomfortably.

He swallowed hard and stared at Suzanne with a heated gaze.

Where… where does it itch?”

Suzanne stared at Nathan’s reaction in confusion. She poi wound at the side of her chest. “Here.”

the

Nathan forced himself to regain his composure. He said

could be because the wound is healing. Or it could also be

there’s an infection. Let me have a look at it.”

Suzanne froze.

Nathan cocked a brow, “Can’t I look?”

“It’s embarrassing.” Suzanne blushed at the thought of it.

At this point, Nathan was more concerned about her injury than anything else. After all, she was just a human like he was. What wa

the big deal?

He wasn’t a pervert.

Nathan grew serious. “I’m your husband. When will you finally drop your guard around me?”

Suzanne was anxious. “It’s not that. I…”

She just felt embarrassed and shy. Moreover, she was afraid he would despise her.

Suzanne swallowed her words and remained silent for a few

seconds. She suddenly had the urge to just get it over and done with.

She sat up and turned her back to Nathan. With a lowered head, she began to unbutton her pajamas.