The Wrong Woman

Chapter 244

Suzanne strode past Oliver, but he suddenly seized her arm and yanked her toward him. Irritated, Suzanne pushed his hand away.” What are you doing? Let me go!”

Oliver didn’t relent. Instead, he drew her closer. He cast affectionate glances her way, his voice smooth as silk as he said, “My dear ex- girlfriend, why the rush? I have something important to share.”

Despite her racing heart, Suzanne feigned composure. She narrowed her eyes and fixated on his hand as she snapped, “If you have something to say, spit it out. Release me and keep your hands to yourself!”

Nevertheless, Oliver didn’t budge. He leaned in closer, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Haven’t I explored every inch of your body over our years together?”

Suzanne clenched her jaw and shot him a glare, trying hard to hold back her frustration.

“We’ve been through so much together. I know your body better than anyone,” Oliver added.

If it weren’t for the gynecologist’s assurar

during her recent check- up that she was still a virgin, she might have fallen for his deceit. He was full of lies, and his audacity knew no bounds.

Suzanne yanked her arm forcefully. “Let go of me, now!”

However, Oliver only tightened his grip, pulling her into an embrace, his other arm encircling her waist, trapping her. He whispered in her ear, “I’ll have you, no matter what.”

Trembling with fear, Suzanne stammered, “If you don’t release me, I’ll

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Before she could cry out for help, a tall figure charged toward them. With lightning speed, he twisted Oliver’s arm, and a crack sounded.

Oliver cried out in pain, quickly cradling his injured arm.

The next moment, Suzanne found herself enveloped by a strong embrace, her hands resting against a sturdy and warm chest. A familiar scent soothed her senses.

Looking up, she met Nathan’s reassuring gaze, and instantly, a sense

of calm washed over her, feeling safe in his presence.

Wasn’t he supposed to be busy? He hadn’t even had time to visit Liam. How had he ended up here?

“Nate!” Suzanne’s eyes softened as she looked up at Nathan, whose expression was now a mask of fury directed at Oliver, his gaze unwaveringly intense.

In discomfort, Oliver took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as he locked eyes with Nathan. “Do you really think being the general of Norvania gives you free rein?”

Nathan’s response was crisp and cold. “W

it it does?”

Oliver erupted, his voice booming. “You stormed into my house and attacked me last time. I let it slide. But this time, deliberately causing harm? I won’t let it pass.”

Nathan sneered, his words laced with scorn. “Harassing my wife in public? I could legally shoot you in self-defense.”

Speechless, Oliver paled slightly, his eyes gleaming with defiant fury. Against Nathan’s imposing presence, he felt utterly powerless, like a mere insect challenging a towering oak tree.

In defeat, he gritted his teeth, cradling his injured arm, and muttered,

Time will tell. Just you wait.” With a sharp turn, Oliver stormed off toward the orthopedic ward, seething with resentment.

Suzanne continued to gaze at Nathan, her eyes filled with infatuation. She admired the alluring Adam’s apple beneath his chin, the subtle stubble, and the strong contours of his face.

It was a perfect embodiment of masculinity, which was captivating.

Meeting Suzanne’s tender and entranced gaze, Nathan’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he spoke with gentle, airy tones, “Chubs, enough of staring.”

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