All Chapters of The Wrong Woman: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Suzanne was dumbfounded, a mixture of shock and disbelief etched on her expression as Nathan pressed down on her. He balanced himself with one elbow, and his weight bore down on Suzanne. His handsome face hovered mere inches away from her, and their breaths were intermingling in the air. Tension surged through Suzanne. Her breath quickened, and her voice trembled as she asked, "What are you doing?" Nathan's gaze held her captive. His breath was warm against her skin, his chest sturdy, and his features irresistibly close. Lost in the moment, Suzanne felt overwhelmed by Nathan's proximity. Morals and emotions took a back seat as she succumbed to the allure of the man she admired. Her mind was clouded with shyness, nervousness, and perhaps even anticipation. Nathan's Adam's apple bobbed as he leaned in, his voice husky and dry as he fixed his gaze on her lips. With eager anticipation, he slowly closed the gap between them, longing for a kiss. Suzanne's nerves tingled as his

Suzanne was taken aback by Oliver's genuine display of emotion. His tears were a testament to the depth of his feelings. The emotion must have been intense to move such a composed man like Oliver to tears. Amidst her astonishment, Suzanne studied Oliver's subtle expressions and his heartfelt sentiments, attempting to decipher his innermost thoughts. Before Suzanne could gather her thoughts, Oliver suddenly pulled her into his embrace and held her tightly. Startled, Suzanne struggled with all her might and demanded, "Let me go! What are you doing? Let me go!" Oliver held onto her firmly, his head burying into her shoulder. His voice was hoarse and choked with emotion as he confessed, "I love you so much. Why are you treating me this way? Why must you be so cruel, be it before or after you lost your memory?" With men naturally stronger than women, Suzanne found herself unable to break free. The more she struggled, the tighter Oliver's hold became, almost suffocating her with

Suzanne seethed with rage as her tears streamed down. She bit her lips in defiance against the agony that cut her heart like sharp blades. She wanted nothing to do with Nathan anymore. In a choked cry, Suzanne yelled, "Nathan, you bastard! Let me go!" She fought against his restraining grip with all her might, momentarily forgetting about the wound on his shoulder. As Nathan exerted force to control her, the wound throbbed with pain, yet he showed no sign of discomfort. His heartache overshadowed any physical discomfort, his eyes blinded by fury. Nathan's other hand gripped her shoulder fiercely and pushed her back against the wall, causing a sharp pain shooting up her spine. Startled, Suzanne gazed up at him with teary eyes, feeling powerless and unable to utter a word. Nathan seemed towering and powerful, like a mighty beast, while she felt small and fragile, unable to withstand even the slightest blow. She was a mix of fear, anger, helplessness, and confusion, teetering on the

Suzanne was kissed into a state of utter weakness, with her body yielding completely to his embrace. Nathan's kiss was tender yet profound, exploring her with a gentle touch that left her mind empty. The warmth of his breath consumed her. The softness of his lips against hers was a delicacy she couldn't get enough of. Suzanne surrendered, her body relaxed against Nathan's firm chest, the thin fabric of their clothes offering no resistance to the mingling of their desires. A soft moan escaped Suzanne's lips, her body tingling with a mixture of weakness and longing. As the kiss deepened, their desires ignited, a shy yet intense passion simmering between them. At that moment, Nathan's hand trailed down her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. She gasped, her senses snapping back to reality as she looked into his face. It was blurred yet captivating. With rapid breaths, she struggled to comprehend the sudden intensity of the moment. His touch was firm and assertive, pressin

Feeling flustered under Nathan's gaze, Suzanne nervously offered, "Would you like to have some too?" Nathan shook his head in silence. Conflicted, Suzanne bit her lip and glanced downward. Summoning courage after taking a deep breath, she tasted a piece of diced steak, finding it savory and delicious. She then earnestly enjoyed the steamed egg custard and salad. Gradually, she marveled at Nathan's culinary skills, wondering if there was anything he couldn't do. Midway through her meal, Nathan's voice broke the silence. "You're not willing to share a room with me tonight?" Suzanne froze, her heart racing as she chewed on her steak. She was caught off guard, unsure how to respond. The idea of sleeping separately hadn't even crossed her mind. She had secluded herself all day, grappling with the uncertainty of facing Nathan. She never anticipated him to broach the subject so directly, showing no signs of embarrassment or remorse. Nathan's lips curled up slightly as he observ