The Wrong Woman

Suzanne lowered her head and mumbled, “I thought you wanted to spend time with Sally.”

Her voice was quiet and cautious. But Nathan caught the trace of displeasure and grievance in it, and it made his heart soften.

He didn’t like that feeling. “I wasn’t going to,” he said coldly.

Suzanne took a deep breath and let it go.

He could drop her off if he wanted to. She could get him to finalize the divorce when they got home anyway and end her suffering.

Suzanne took a shower and changed her clothes. Then, she took her phone and handbag and followed Nathan to the cafeteria for breakfast.

The cafeteria was packed that morning. Everyone they passed greeted them politely.

“Good morning, General Morrison, Mrs. Morrison.”

Nathan didn’t return any greetings. There were just too many people.

In contrast, Suzanne greeted everyone who greeted her with a smile, saying, “Good morning.”

Everyone liked Suzanne, as she had been polite and friendly while she had been at the military base. Plus, she had been very helpful during the poisoning incident.

Suzanne made her way to a table and waited there while Nathan got them food. He came back with two servings of breakfast and placed one of the trays in front of Suzanne.

He began eating without waiting for her acknowledgment.

When he looked up again, he found Suzanne picking the crust off her toast, only eating the crumbs. 1

She separated her eggs, eating only the whites and leaving the yolk. She also picked out the croutons in her salad before eating it.

Nathan’s heart skipped a beat. He frowned at her questioningly. “You have the same bad habits as she does.”

Suzanne swallowed a mouthful of salad. “Who?”

“Sally,” Nathan said, smiling. “Does every girl have the same bad habits?” he asked Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

brazenly.

Suzanne hadn’t been in a good mood to start with, so the mention of Sally made her lose her appetite entirely.

She put down her fork. “I’m done.”

Nathan didn’t notice anything wrong at all. “Don’t waste the food.”

Suzanne felt the weight in her chest get heavier. She pouted for a moment, trying to quell her displeasure. She picked up her fork, speared the crusts of her toast, and stuffed it in her mouth.

She forced herself to eat all the food that she didn’t like, including every single piece of

crouton in her salad.

In Nathan’s eyes, her sulking was adorable.

After breakfast, Suzanne got into the car with Nathan. It turned out that he was only accompanying her–he had gotten a driver to drive them.

The drive to Phoenicia took at least six hours. They didn’t speak much during the journey except during their brief stops for food at rest stops.

After a few hours, they arrived in Phoenicia.

Nathan broke the silence first. “Do you want to go to the Morrison Residence or to Shovale first?”

Shovale was a luxury retirement center for the rich and powerful. Vera had Alzheimer’s. She didn’t want to live in the Morrison Residence, as she had forgotten everyone except Nathan. Suzanne had been taking care of her for the past three years as her nurse.

After Suzanne had married Nathan, Vera had refused to pay her any wages and didn’t allow her to stay in Shovale, effectively forcing Suzanne to live with Nathan in Morrison Residence.

However, Nathan didn’t live in the Morrison Residence either.

The Morrisons were a big family. Without Nathan, Suzanne felt uneasy staying with them. That was why she had returned home, only to be betrayed by her own brother and sold to

After a moment of thought, she said, “Drop me off at East No. 3”

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Nathan was puzzled. “You’re going home?”

“Yeah,” Suzanne replied impassively.

Nathan didn’t press on. After all, he didn’t really care about where Suzanne wanted to go. He still had to get back to base to deal with his work.

Half an hour later, Suzanne asked them to stop at a general store just before they arrived at their destination.

She went into the store and spent all the money on her credit card to buy a sack and a baseball bat.

When she came back with her purchases, Nathan raised an eyebrow in question, but he didn’t say anything.

The driver started the engine and continued driving toward the slums.