The Wrong Woman
Chapter 200

Suzanne cast several backward glances as she walked. She felt at ease watching the drugs in the warehouse get engulfed by the flames.

All of the drug traffickers were headed this way once they noticed the building on fire.

The pair passed through the forest and reached the country's border-it was the edge of a bottomless cliff.

Under the bright moonlight, the drug traffickers were still engaged in a gunfight a few miles away.

There was a blazing drug nest in front of them and a cliff behind.

Looking at Nathan in disbelief, she asked, "Did you climb up from here?"

Nathan didn't reply. He surveyed his surroundings and brought her behind a huge rock, motioning for her to crouch down.

He fished a flare gun from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Half an hour from now, a helicopter will come for you. When you see it hovering above you, fire the flare gun. Someone will come for you."

"Where are you going?" Suzanne asked, holding onto his hand with worry.

He glanced determinedly at her glazed expression and gently tucked the hair on her cheek behind her ear.

"Lucas suffered injuries in Muzat trying to locate the stolen weapons. He's still in the hospital right now."

Suzanne refused to let go of his hand. "Are you going to investigate the matter on your own, Nathan?"

Nathan pursed his lips bitterly and caressed her head affectionately. "Stay here and wait for the helicopter to rescue you, okay?"

She thought of how Lucas ended up and immediately broke into tears. Shaking her head, she choked out, "No, you can't go alone. It's too dangerous." "I'll be fine."

Suzanne gripped his arm firmly with both of her hands. Afraid of losing him, she anxiously swallowed and said, "I beg you, Nathan. Don't go.

"You're the general of Norvania, the leader of the Norvanian Military. If you can send someone for me, you can send them to investigate the whereabouts of the stolen weapons.

"You shouldn't put yourself in danger and work alone."

His warm hand gently cupped her cheek. Then, he brushed away her tears with his thumb.

"I'm just Suzanne York's husband. I need to keep you safe."

Suzanne begged tearfully, "Let's wait for the helicopter together, Nathan."

He placed his handgun in his pocket and cupped her tear-stained cheeks with both hands.

"Suzy, sending someone undercover would be more dangerous than me investigating while everything is currently in chaos," Nathan lowered his head and explained while looking into her eyes. "They're also someone's father, someone's husband or someone's son," he continued, "They could even be the sole breadwinner of the family. Their lives are equal to mine.

"Now that everything is all over the place, the enemies' forces are spread out. It'll be easier for me to investigate."

Upon listening to his words, she was instantly moved to tears. She had a newfound respect for him. Still, she selfishly wished he wouldn't take the risk.

"Can you not go, Nathan?" she cried.

He couldn't help but pull her into an embrace. He hugged her tightly as if it would be their last and was incredibly reluctant to part with her.

He buried his face into the crook of her neck and whispered, "I'm sorry, Suzy. Please don't hate me. If I could turn back time, I'd definitely save you instead of Sally Hoffis." With that, he let go and turned to leave.

Suzanne cupped her mouth and was silently sobbing.

Her heart ached as she watched him advance determinedly into the dangerous battlefield. She was afraid it'd be the last time she'd ever see him.

Nathan Morrison!

Nathan Morrison!

Nathan Morrison...

"You must return safely," she muttered to the wind. "I'll wait for you!"

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