The Wrong Woman
Chapter 173

The kiss felt like it lasted an eternity, leaving Suzanne’s lips and tongue ached from the intensity. Shegasped for air as she pushed Nathan away, fearing the kiss might render her breathless.

Summoning all her strength, Suzanne pressed against his chest, slowly breaking the kiss. Nathanreluctantly released her. Both of them panted as their foreheads met, their warm exhalations minglingin the heated atmosphere.

His voice, deep and magnetic, resonated, “I have to return to the camp tomorrow. Come with me.”

Suzanne was taken aback, her heart racing with nervousness and uncertainty. Nathan had justreturned, yet here he was, speaking of departure again.

Nevertheless, she understood his demanding schedule, brimming with responsibilities at the militarybase and beyond. She knew well he couldn’t be tethered to home forever. For a man like Nathan, evena single day off was a rare luxury.

Florence had mentioned how Nathan had been making more frequent visits since their marriage, whichwas a stark contrast to the months of absence before.

Although she yearned to be by his side, Suzanne had to prioritize her quest to uncover her true identityand wait for the DNA report in a

week.

“I can’t go with you for now,” Suzanne murmured.

Nathan offered a bitter smile, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before letting her go.

As Suzanne’s feet met the ground, she felt weak with her hands still clinging to his chest.

“Just call me whenever you’re ready. I’ll send someone over to pick you up,” Nathan responded.

Suzanne nodded, her heart weighed down with emotion.

Nathan tried to restrain his desires as he tenderly ran his hand through her hair. “I’ll be leaving earlytomorrow morning.”

“I’ll see you off.” Suzanne looked up at him, her eyes glistening with

moisture.

“No. You should get some more sleep. Call me if you need anything,” Nathan replied.

“Okay,” Suzanne swiftly agreed, though inside, the ache of longing and separation had settled in.

Nathan’s intense gaze lingered on her for a moment before he whispered, “Goodnight.”

Hearing his words, Suzanne hastily moved aside to allow him to ope the door. “Goodnight.”

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Nathan left and closed the door behind him without hesitation, fearing any delay might ignite hisoverwhelming desire for her.

As the door clicked shut, Suzanne’s fingers grazed her swollen lips, her heart racing with the memoryof Nathan’s kiss. A blush tinged her cheeks, and a gentle smile played on her lips as she savored the

sweetness of the moment earlier.

Despite Nathan’s typically stern demeanor, Suzanne found his wild side irresistibly attractive, as hepressed her against the wall and kissed her with such fervor. Her adoration for him soared in thosepassionate moments.

Suzanne crawled onto her bed, burying her head in the soft sheets. Her heart bloomed with giddylaughter.

The next morning when she got up, Nathan was already gone.

Since Nathan’s return to the military base, Suzanne found herself gripped by an intense yearning forhim. She drifted through her days in a haze, unable to shake the thoughts of him from her mind.

In the days that followed, Suzanne’s mood remained unsettled.

Though Nathan had urged her to reach out if she needed anything, Suzanne couldn’t muster a reasonto do so.

Nathan, too, hadn’t called her either. Perhaps he was engrossed in his duties, or maybe he didn’t missher at all. It could be both, she reasoned.

During this period, Betty called Suzanne several times. She dropped hints about needing a house andmoney, for her to regain confidence/ and consider divorce.

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