The Wrong Woman

Chapter 254

The mention of wife left Cameron and Fenna in a state of disbelief, their expressions a mixture of astonishment and incredulity.

Both of them wore a different expression as they cast a scrutinizing gaze upon Suzanne. It seemed as though they had stumbled upon an enigma.

After recovering from his initial shock, Cameron’s face lit up with a delighted smile. “You’re Nathan’s wife? When did this happen? Why wasn’t I informed?”

Suzanne couldn’t help but notice the darkening of Fenna’s

complexion, her gaze growing intense and inscrutable as she fixed her eyes on Suzanne.

“We got our marriage certificate six months ago, but we didn’t have a wedding ceremony,” Suzanne explained.

“That’s unbelievable. Nathan couldn’t have married without informing me! I’m his closest friend, his confidant!” Cameron exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief.

Suzanne promptly invited them inside, personally brewed coffee, and served some snacks.

Suzanne could sense Fenna’s somber mood, her silent demeanor suggesting a discontent that had lingered since her arrival.

elaxing on the sofa, Cameron inquired, “Is Nathan home?”

o, he’s busy with work lately, and there have been some family matters to attend to. He comes home once in a while but doesn’t sta long,” Suzanne replied.

“I’ve always said that any woman who marries him must be prepared

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to endure loneliness and live independently. I must commend you,”

Cameron chuckled. Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org

Suzanne felt a twinge of embarrassment but responded with a

bashful smile.

At that moment, Fenna retrieved her phone and dialed a number before speaking softly, “Nate, Cameron and I have returned. We’re at your place. When will you be back?”

Hearing Fenna’s gentle tone, Suzanne couldn’t shake off a sense of unease and glanced at her again. Fenna possessed an intellectual beauty, an aura of maturity and grace in her every movement.

Setting down her phone, Fenna murmured, “He’s on his way

back.”

“Suzanne, what do you do for a living?” Fenna inquired again.

Suzanne awkwardly cleared her throat. “I don’t work.”

Fenna scoffed lightly, her smile shallow. “You don’t work? So, are you pregnant?”

Suzanne’s cheeks flushed, and she shook her head.

Fenna’s tone carried a hint of reproach. “Nate has maids and subordinates. He doesn’t need a housewife. Are you just spending your days idly at home if you’re neither pregnant nor working?”

Suzanne felt increasingly embarrassed under Fenna’s scrutiny, unsure of how to justify her situation.

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t Suzanne didn’t want to work. Rather, she found herself

the weight of her identity. Without formal education or tions, she was uncertain about what kind of job to pursue.

aging in occupations like caregiving, street vending, or working as

a waiter or salesperson, as she had done before, could jeopardize

Nathan’s status. Thus, she remained in a state of confusion.

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Cameron sensed Suzanne’s discomfort and attempted to lighten the atmosphere with a friendly smile. “Don’t worry about it. Fenna is known for her straightforwardness. She works in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and she’s always this assertive with everyone.”

Suzanne smiled and nodded in response. “It’s alright.”

Deep down, she knew that individuals working in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs were masters of diplomacy, adept at tact and subtlety. How could they be straightforward?

As a woman, she could sense Fenna’s hostility toward her.

Fenna pressed on, “I’ve known Nathan for a long time, and he’s never mentioned you. We haven’t seen each other in six months.

“How is it that you’ve been married for half a year? How did you two meet?”

A sense of overpowering pressure washed over Suzanne, and Fenna’s attitude made her feel uneasy. She wasn’t skilled in social interactions, especially with strong-willed women. Suzanne responded to her question gently. “Through Vera.”

“Matchmaking?” Fenna questioned again.

Suzanne hesitated. She didn’t feel inclined to delve into further explanation. In her view, it seemed unnecessary. If Fenna had any inquiries, she could easily direct them to Nathan, rather than adopting such an aggressive tone in their conversation.

“Something like that,” Suzanne replied.