The Wrong Woman

Chapter 139

The knocking outside the door finally ceased.

Suzanne stayed in the study until midnight. She hadn’t eaten anything all day and started to feel weak from hunger.

After everyone in the house had gone to sleep, she emerged from the study. She made her way to the kitchen downstairs in search of food. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Cooking was never her forte, and whatever she made usually turned out unappetizing.

After rummaging the kitchen for a while, she couldn’t find any ready- made food. Left with no choice, she reluctantly opted for two eggs, intending to make hard-boiled eggs.

Suddenly, she heard steady footsteps behind her.

She hastily turned back in alarm, only to find Nathan approac With her face flushed with embarrassment, Suzanne nervously shuffled her feet, distancing herself from Nathan.

“Why are you still awake?” Suzanne felt a pang of guilt as if she h been caught red-handed raiding the kitchen like a naughty child.

Nathan was composed, his gaze piercing as he approached and turned off the stove.

“I-” Suzanne’s hunger was evident, though the words remained lodged in her throat. She glanced at the stove, where the water for boiling the eggs hadn’t even heated up yet.

Without a word, Nathan scooped up the eggs and emptied the pot. You don’t like egg yolks, right? Will two egg whites be enough for you?

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Suzanne was taken aback by his consideration, touched by the way he paid attention to her preferences.

“I can always cook two more,” Suzanne said softly.

Nathan cracked the eggs absentmindedly, his movements deft yet deliberate. Suzanne watched in confusion, feeling somewhat out of

place.

Nathan had a serious look on his face. He emitted a cold presence,

and his words were few.

Suzanne dared not disrupt his concentration. She simply observed as he skillfully prepared the food.

He whisked the two eggs until they were evenly mixed, added water, strained, and steamed them. Then, he retrieved a steak and some lettuce from the refrigerator.

Suzanne was astonished to see him preparing more and more dishes. What shocked her even more was that Nathan could act cook. His movements were skilled and practiced.

As Nathan continued, Suzanne’s stomach rumbled, and she licked h lips in anticipation. Emboldened by curiosity, she ventured closer. Are you hungry too? Is that why you’re cooking?” she asked.

“I’m not hungry,” Nathan replied as he fried the steak. The aroma of rosemary and garlic wafting through the air, making Suzanne’s mouth

water.

She asked as her gaze fixed on the dish, “Are you cooking this for me?

Nathan remained silent. He then took out some seasoning and asked in a gentle yet serious tone, “Do you want it plain or with black pepper?

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Suzanne’s eyes gleamed, and she blurted out, “Black pepper.”

Nathan instructed in a light yet serious tone, “Go sit outside and wait for a few minutes.”

“Okay,” Suzanne obediently responded, immediately turning to leave the kitchen.

She sat at the dining table, hands covering her burning cheeks, her heart still pounding. She couldn’t understand why Nathan could be so calm and unaffected, as if nothing had happened that morning.

In contrast, she was always shy, nervous, and awkward. Her heart raced, and her cheeks flushed every time she saw him. The ambiguous scene kept replaying in her mind, making her feel extremely unnatural, as if she had done something wrong.

Suzanne was lost in thought when Nathan emerged with three dishes. Diced black pepper steak, steamed egg custard, and salad.

Nathan placed the dishes before Suzanne and sat across The rectangular table was three feet wide, neither too far no close, providing a comfortable distance between them.

An unusual silence engulfed the space.

Suzanne nervously picked up her fork, hesitating to pick up the She stole a glance at Nathan, who sat casually with one hand res on the table. His gaze was penetrating as he silently observed her

moves.

her.