The Wrong Woman

Chapter 159

“We can hold hands and head upstairs together,” Suzanne shyly suggested. Her intention was to piss Sally off by appearing intimately close to Nathan.

“You want us to hold hands?” Nathan questioned, arching an eyebrow.

Realizing he might not be on board, Suzanne awkwardly explained, “I just want Sally to see that she doesn’t stand a chance and hopefully back off.”

To her surprise, Nathan suddenly leaned in and whispered in her ear,” Simply holding hands won’t be enough.”

Caught off guard, Suzanne was stunned when Nathan pressed his lips softly against hers. The onlookers were astounded, inwardly questioning if that was the same serious and aloof Nathan they knew.

Before anyone could collect their thoughts, Nathan lifted her feet. Startled, Suzanne instinctively encircled her arm neck and nestled her head against his chest. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Although Suzanne had initiated the idea of appearing intimat provoke Sally, she couldn’t quell her fluttering heart at Nathan’s unexpected gesture.

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Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, Nathan carried Suzan upstairs to their bedroom.

Meanwhile, Sally was seething with anger, yet no one bothered to offer her words of comfort.

Standing next to Taylor, Wendy murmured with doubt, “Do you think Nathan has truly fallen for Suzanne?”

“Suzanne’s got beauty, talent, and kindness. Even the most ordinary

man would be smitten,” Taylor remarked with a chuckle.

“I always thought Nathan was loyal and devoted. How could he change his feelings so suddenly?” Wendy mused.

Taylor glanced at Sally before replying, “Interestingly, Suzanne resembles bears a striking resemblance to a younger Sally. Her gentle demeanor is quite similar, too. It’s not surprising Nathan would be drawn to her.”

Intrigued, Wendy asked, “What did Sally look like when she was younger? Do you have a picture?”

Taylor swiftly retrieved his phone, scrolling through his gallery before showing Wendy a photo. As Wendy gazed at it, her expression turned from confusion to astonishment.

It was a group photo featuring the Morrison brothers with a young Sally. In the image, Sally appeared as a chubby child with sparkling eyes and an adorable smile.

“Oh my god. She really does look like Suzanne, especially in her and smile! It seems Nathan has had a type since his youth,” We remarked, returning the phone to Taylor.

All of a sudden, Taylor blurted out, “Could it be possible that Suzanne is actually Sally?”

In an instant, Wendy smacked him on the head and scolded, “What the hell were you thinking? The Hoffins watched Sally grow up. You think they wouldn’t recognize their own child?”

Their peculiar exchange drew the attention of those nearby. Sensing the stares, Taylor hurriedly clarified, “Please don’t mind us. We’re just fooling around.”

Meanwhile, Nathan had swept Suzanne into the bedroom, kicking the

door shut behind them. Sensing they were alone, Suzanne quickly withdrew her hand and tried to push Nathan away.

“Put me down. You’re still recovering,” she murmured, her voice tinged with shyness.

Ignoring her request, Nathan gently set Suzanne down on the bed. She lay there quietly-her hair scattered across the sheets, her face flushed with red, and her eyes shimmering with coyness

In that moment, she looked utterly alluring.