The Wrong Woman

Chapter 222

Suzanne jumped in surprise.

Eyes closed, Nathan slurred, “Where are you groping this early in the morning?”

“N-No… I’m not groping. I was thinking of…” Suzanne stuttered

nervously as she extracted her hands from his grip.

She worried that he’d misunderstand her words as an admission of

guilt.

Not bothering to open his eyes, he asked, “What’s on your mind?”

Her mind went blank as she struggled to explain herself. Their intimate and suggestive proximity in the bed caused her cheeks to flush in embarrassment. She had no idea how to deal with the shame.

A moment later, unable to find an excuse, she mumbled, “I’m sorry!”

He chuckled. “You don’t have to apologize for Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

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didn’t do that.” Her heart quivered and beat loudly. Her cheeks were

red from the embarrassment.

Nathan held her hand and slowly guided it upward through his abs to his hard chest. He offered, “Touch me whenever you want. You don’t have to apologize or explain yourself.”

Her fingers traced his skin. His muscles were defined and just the right size. She seemed entranced, relishing the sensation on her fingertips that made her feel both shy and tempted. Her heart rammed against her ribcage.

His skin was warm to the touch, and his breathing ragged.

“S-Stop.” She shyly withdrew her hand, but he pressed it firmly against

his chest.

The room’s temperature rose as their breaths grew heavier. In the suggestive atmosphere, he finally opened his eyes and shot her a look of passionate desire, heightening the anticipation.

The seductive look in his eyes was an abyss of scorching lava that drew her in. Lowering her gaze, she dared not meet his eyes.

“How do you like my body?” he whispered into her ear.

The blush on her cheeks immediately deepened. Even her ears were burning.

She pressed her lips and gave him a nod. At the same time, her hand on his chest visibly relaxed as she savored the sensation of his skin.

“Touch me if you want. You don’t have to do it while I’m asleep.” He directed a loaded remark at her. She opened her mouth, but no words

came out.

At that moment, she had melted into a puddle. She stubbornly denied’

in a weak voice, “I didn’t touch you.”

Her denial was futile. He slowly released he. nand and wrapped an

arm around her waist, pressing her against his body.

ace turned red upon sensing his rock-hard manhood pressing ast her. She tensed up. Her skin was burning. She gulped as her

neart raced.

He croaked in a low voice, “I won’t divorce you, and we won’t only be a married couple on paper as well. You’d better prepare yourself to perform the duties of a wife in bed any time from now.”

The duties of a wife? Her heart nearly leaped out of her throat. She was frenzied, feeling shy, nervous, afraid, yet a little expectant.

The morning felt like a dream to her. She wondered what went wrong. Not only did she fall to unearth evidence of his alleged extramarital affair, but something had changed in their relationship.

Succumbing to his temptation, she fiercely clung to what remained of erher sanity. After some struggle, she freed herself from his embrace hind moved to the other side of the bed, keeping a distance from him. heThen, she muttered, “Don’t touch me.”

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