The Wrong Woman

Nathan froze in place. When he felt his clothes being clutched tightly, he turned around to look at Suzanne in the dark.

A flash of lightning echoed the skies outside, lighting up everything. It lit up Suzanne’s tearful, desperate eyes. It was a pitiful sight indeed.

That split second when their eyes met made Nathan soften immediately. It felt like his heartstrings had been tugged at.

Nathan took Suzanne’s earphones and leaned in to whisper by her ear, “I’m not leaving. I’m going to check the circuit board.”

Suzanne could scent his fragrance and feel his warm breath on her face. She blushed.

Nathan’s voice was magnetic and pleasant to the ears, making her heart tremble. She slowly released her grip on Nathan’s clothes.

Nathan saw how frightened she was and caressed her head. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll be back right away.”

He then left the house.

Unbeknownst to Nathan, his small gesture had stunned Suzanne to

her core.

She stayed frozen in place like an idiot, slowly touching where Nathan. had caressed her on the head.

Her heart pounded like a deer running through the woods, unable to stop. A sense of sadness then followed.

Suzanne realized she was growing more and more in love with

Nathan.

What could she do? She didn’t want to get divorced.

Suzanne knew Nathan had set his mind on a woman already, yet she couldn’t stop her feelings from growing for him.

The door then opened again. Nathan walked in while talking to

someone on the phone.

“You can bring the flowers back to the building to sell. See who has a wife or girlfriend at home they want to buy some flowers for. Whoever buys a flower can get a day off tomorrow.

“You don’t need to pick me up. I won’t be coming back tonight.”

Nathan hung up the call after he finished speaking. He then closed the door behind him and walked inside.

“The entire building has a blackout. The main circuit board must have been fried after the lightning struck. The electricity provider should be sending a representative over in the morning to fix it,” Nathan said.

Suzanne had heard every single thing he said because she’d taken out her earphones when he walked in.

Her mood gradually eased. A hidden emotional burden was slowly unfolding from within her heart.

Suzanne asked in a soft voice, “Did you ever think you might

accidentally kill me when you pointed the gun at the man who hel me hostage?”

Nathan didn’t expect Suzanne to still be contemplating this after so long. Suzanne’s sudden question in such a circumstance surprised him.

Suzanne still cared about it because Nathan held an important place in her heart.

Nathan switched off her phone light and sat down on the couch. He said leisurely, “They don’t call me Hawkeye for nothing. Plus, that

man was a head taller and stood much closer to you. He was basically a living target. I would never have misfired.”

Suzanne didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at Nathan’s explanation.

So, Nathan was both confident and arrogant.

“You know Sally plotted to harm me, don’t you?” Suzanne asked.

Nathan paused slightly. He was silent for a moment before replying flatly, “Yes.”

Suzanne felt an unbearable emotion churning in her heart.

So what if Nathan knew? He was so devoted to Sally that he would definitely be accepting of all her flaws and shortcomings.

Sally was the only woman who’d ever had a place in Nathan’s heart. An unimportant woman like Suzanne was bound to be a mere

passerby in his life.

Nathan coughed gently and cleared his throat before saying, “I’m sorry for accidentally hurting you that day.”

It was just a misunderstanding. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Suzanne smiled faintly. She shook her head. “It’s okay. It was jus scratch. I healed up fast too.”

Both of them grew silent for some time. Heat filled the room.

Nathan looked at what time it was on his phone. It was only 9:00 pm.

“Do you want to rest soon?” he asked.

Suzanne panicked, “What about you?”

“I’ll stay here with you until the thunderstorm ends.” Nathan’s tone was strong and sturdy, like he was Suzanne’s big brother. “Don’t turn the volume of your music up too much. It’ll damage your eardrums.”

“Are you going to sit there all night?”

A tough man like Nathan could handle this bit of exhaustion, but Suzanne still worried about him.

Nathan said, “Don’t worry. Go to sleep.”

Suzanne thought about it some more before asking tentatively, “If you

don’t mind, why don’t you sleep in the bed? It’s wide enough for two people.”

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