The Wrong Woman
Chapter 219

Nathan moved closer to Suzanne, whispering, "You didn't leave?"

She pretended to be calm. "I left and then came back."

"Did you forget to get your book?"

Suzanne grew outraged because she thought he was a scumbag, but she couldn't stop herself from being inexplicably attracted to him.

She responded aggressively, "I'm not taking it!"

"Hmm." Nathan appeared to be standing calmly, but beneath his dignified and composed demeanor, his heart was in turmoil, restless and uneasy. She plucked up the courage to ask, "Are you planning to stay home for a few more days or return to the military base?"

He frowned slightly. "Why did you ask?"

It was impossible for her to gather evidence of his infidelity or to provoke him into domestic abuse, but getting closer to him would make it easier. "I want to follow you," Suzanne said.

Nathan paused and stared at her intently. Her attitude abruptly shifted, which made him feel a little gratified.

He swallowed nervously and exhaled softly. "I won't return to the military base for the time being. I'll just go downstairs to drink some water," he replied. She immediately stepped aside and stood there, gesturing for him to go. "Go ahead."

Suzanne's stiff and fake manner was very out of character. She had just argued with him and left angrily. Why did she suddenly change her demeanor? Nathan walked past her suspiciously before going downstairs. When he looked back, she had already entered the room.

Florence called Nathan, who walked by the living room for a glass of water, "Nate, come here."

He soon chatted with his family in the living room.

Suzanne noticed that Layla was less hostile toward her than before, possibly because Nathan was home.

At supper, the family was getting along well. The lights in the garden were dazzling, and cicadas were chirping.

Suzanne sat on the wicker chair outside the bedroom balcony, palms on her chin. She counted the few stars in the sky, relishing a moment of peace.

She continued thinking about what Nathan had said to her earlier. She told herself it wasn't advisable to fall in love and not be deceived by a jerk.

She knew he still kept in touch with his first love. He was simply a scumbag who was cheating on her with Sally. But as she thought about his confession, she couldn't control her feelings. "I want to be with you."

His voice kept swirling in her memories. She was dumbfounded, as if enthralled by it.

Suddenly, Suzanne heard the door open. She cleared her mind and sat up, looking over.

Nathan stepped in, placed his watch on the bedside table, and took out his phone. He had been looking at her since he walked into the room.

He felt as if she could fly off the balcony if he didn't look at her for a moment.

Suzanne's gaze was fixed on his phone, believing there must be a lot of proof in the photo album and chat history.

She entered the room and closed the balcony glass door. As she turned, she leaned against the curtain, staring at him. "Do you want to take a shower?" He responded gently, "Yes."

He entered the walk-in closet, took his pajamas, and walked to the bathroom.

Suzanne quickly grabbed his phone and attempted to open it, only to discover that it was fingerprint-locked.

Disappointed, she put down his phone and sat on the other side of the bed. Leaning against the headboard, she began to read a book.

Ten minutes later, she heard the bathroom door opening and footsteps slowly approaching. Nathan raised the cover and sat on the bed. She could smell his scent.

Suzanne was inexplicably nervous, and her body tensed up. She couldn't read a word even if she concentrated on the book.

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