The Wrong Woman

Nathan’s face was exceptionally gloomy and his eyes were filled with distress. As he tried to catch his breath, his chest heaved unevenly.

Suzanne had never witnessed Nathan in such a panicked state and was momentarily stunned.

From the time Nathan entered the ward, he didn’t utter a word. –

Suzanne cleared her throat and spoke softly, “I have to thank Mr. Vega for his timely rescue, I’m fine now.”

Nathan remained silent, his rapid breathing showing no signs of calming down.

Suzanne felt extremely intimidated by his behavior. The gradually enveloping hostility that radiated from him sent shivers down her spine.

She proceeded to raise her injured hands and explained patiently, The assailant tried to stab my chest with a dagger. I had no choice but to use my hands to stop it, and the dagger veered off. The doctor said it’s just a flesh wound; it will heal soon.”

Looking at Suzanne’s hands that were wrapped in bandages, Natha slowly clenched his fists. The chilling sound of his knuckles crackin made one feel like he was on the verge of an outburst of rage.

Suzanne feared this side of Nathan.

Ironically, instead of being comforted when she needed him the most, she found her injured self consoling a furious Nathan.

Despite her efforts to coax him, he remained silent and continued to display terrifying anger. It was genuinely starting to frighten her.

Unable to hold back her tears any longer, Suzanne’s voice weakened as she murmured, “I didn’t mean to cause you trouble… I didn’t ask for this…”

Nathan couldn’t suppress the anger and fear within him. He sat at the edge of the bed, pulling Suzanne’s upper body into his arms, and held her tightly.

It was only when he felt Suzanne’s body warmth that his raging emotions eventually calmed down.

His sudden move took Suzanne by surprise, and her hands froze mid- air.

It was the first time Nathan held her so closely-as though he was trying to merge her body into his by sheer force.

Through the thin fabric of their clothes, Suzanne felt the softness of her chest pressed against his firm and solid chest.

Her wound throbbed with pain, but she endured it in silence while lost in confusion, unable to understand why he would act this way. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She wasn’t used to being so intimate with him.

After a while, Nathan’s low and remorseful voice sounded lightly her ear. “I’m sorry.”

Suzanne’s heart skipped a beat. The pain in her chest intensified. Sh whispered as she could no longer endure it, “Nathan, my wound hurts Can you let go of me?”

Nathan quickly released her, urgently scrutinizing her up and down His tone was anxious when he asked, “Where else are you hurt?”

Suzanne pointed to the side of her heart, and then Nathan reached to lift her shirt.

Alarmed, Suzanne raised her arm to block his touch. She instantly

shrank back, staring at him in shock “What are you doing?”

“Let me see your wound,” he said with a face full of concern.

Suzanne blushed at once, feeling nervous and embarrassed. “No. need to look. The doctor has already bandaged it. It’s just a flesh. wound, and it will heal quickly.”

Nathan pressed on. “Did it hurt your+”

Blushing furiously due to shyness and awkwardness, Suzanne hastily cut him off.

“No. The doctor said it won’t affect how my chest looks. With proper care, there won’t be any scarring.”

The injured area was too close to her breasts, which made her feel uncomfortable. Realizing this, Nathan didn’t insist on seeing her wound again.

He grumbled in a stern voice, “It’s not unusual to have spies in a camp with tens of thousands of soldiers. But whoever dares to

attempt the murder of my wife on my turf-I will hunt him down no matter what it takes.”

The way he said “my wife” stirred Suzanne’s already turbulent hea causing it to flutter.