The Wrong Woman

When she arrived at the dining room, Suzanne took a plate from the counter. She then grabbed some fruit and salad from the buffet spread. After collecting a cup of tea as well, she made her way back. to her room.

When she reached her room, however, she suddenly stopped. Nathan was there knocking on her door, but then he turned to see Suzanne. They felt like strangers even when their eyes met.

Nathan approached her and reached for her plate. “Let me help you with this

Suzanne quickly declined. “It’s fine. I can bring it in myself-”

But before she could finish, Nathan had already taken her plate from her.

It would be awkward for Suzanne to take it back. So, she went to open the door instead.

After they entered the room, Suzanne closed the door. Nathan scanned the room before placing the plate down on the dining t

Suzanne was cautious. She was always tense whenever she was alone with him. It was due to a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

For the past week, she had been pining after him. But now that s got to see him again, she felt hurt. Resentment filled up inside he

“Are you sure that’s enough food?” Nathan asked as he gazed at hel

Suzanne sat at the dining table and speared a piece of fruit with her fork. She ignored him while she chewed on her food.

Nathan’s gaze darkened. He sat down at the table and leaned back in his seat. “Why won’t you answer me?”

Why did Nathan have the cheek to ask her this?

All of a sudden, the fruit in her mouth tasted like ash. Suzanne angrily put down her fork and took a sip of tea instead. All this time, she kept her eyes on him.

Her pretty eyes stirred something in Nathan. Still, he waited for her to speak.

Suzanne wanted to yell at him, but Nathan felt imposing and Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

dangerous. One look from him was enough to paralyze her. She didn’t dare to cause a scene.

She hesitated for a while before she asked in a soft, hurt tone, “Didn’t you boast about your aim? And that’s why you’re called Hawkeye?”

Nathan frowned at Suzanne’s choice of words. He thought that Suzanne was worked up because he let those pirates go. But he never thought that she was jealous of Sally.

“I can’t kill them all. I need to keep one of them alive so that they lead us to their nest. How else will we clean them all out?” Nat

answered.

Did Nathan mean to destroy the pirates’ base of operations and t back all the goods that they had stolen?

The realization hit Suzanne as everything clicked into place. She pursed her lips as she stabbed another piece of fruit with her fork.

“You’re worried that you’ll accidentally hurt Sally, aren’t you?” she asked sourly.

Nathan snorted. “What does Sally have to do with this?”

Suzanne bit her lower lip, trying not to expose her dour mood. The

piece of apple that she had been poking had turned mushy.

Nathan leaned toward Suzanne. With his elbows on the table, he asked, “How do you know the Dorzanian language? It’s a tiny country that’s constantly under strife.”

That caught Suzanne unawares. She didn’t even know why she knew

Dorzanian.

Maybe she had picked it up because she used to service guests from all over the world? And she wanted to give them a better experience?

Suzanne thought that would be the most logical answer, but she couldn’t tell Nathan that.

Her gaze flickered as she tried to think of a way to change the topic. Picking up a piece of watermelon, she asked him, “Do you want some?

Suzanne stiffened, surprised by her sudden boldness.