The Wrong Woman

As Nathan approached Suzanne, she felt his warmth and caught a whiff of his shampoo.

Her heart started to race, and she had the urge to pull her hand back.

Nathan held onto her hand, unwrapping the bandage to take a look at the wound. The stitches were still in place on her palm, and there was no sign of the wound scabbing over yet.

Nathan’s expression grew solemn.

Suzanne felt a twinge of guilt and thought about pulling her hand back, but Nathan gripped it even tighter.

He carefully rewrapped her wound and casually said, “This unscabbed wound needs to stay dry. I can help with bathing and changing the dressing. What do you say?”

Her cheeks burned, and she whispered, “I’ve asked Emily for help.”

“Just let me know if you need anything. Hold off on going out until w arrest the culprit. Just give me a heads up if you want to go somewhere, I’ll arrange for someone to protect you,” Nathan advis

A sweet warmth suffused Suzanne as she watched him wrapping t bandage. She wished the bandage was long enough to last forev

“Are you heading out?” Suzanne glanced up at him. The way he earnestly lowered his head to carefully bandage her had a magica

effect on her.

“Yeah, heading out soon.” Nathan’s voice was deep and warm.

“You’ve barely had two hours of sleep. Aren’t you tired?”

Nathan paused for a moment, only now grasping the reason she ha

so soon. He released her hand, turned around, and carried on

his shirt.

“I’m not that weak.”

“But you’re not some robot either. You need a bit more rest to recharge and keep going,” Suzanne insisted.

Nathan casually buttoned up his shirt and threw on a cardigan, effortlessly making Suzanne swoon as she watched him.

He walked over to the bedside table to grab his phone and watch. Then, he pulled a handgun from the drawer and secured it at his waist.

Suzanne stood at the center of the room, silently observing his every move. Once he was all set, he walked past her and gave her a gentle pat on the head.

“Get some rest. Call me if you need anything.”

With that, Nathan was out the door. A strange sense of emptiness crept into Suzanne’s heart. Nathan had barely stepped out, but she had already missed him.

Alan showed up at the office to collect his money for selling the bottle of hydronium.

Once Nathan put his signature on the paperwork, the finance department handed Alan a ten-million- dollar cheque.

Overwhelmed with joy, Alan looked at the cheque and mumbled, “My wife’s going to be okay.”

Nathan got up and walked over to Alan. “Dr. Howard, you’ve been part of Sunterland for ages. Your skills and knowledge are extensive. How about bringing that expertise to my military base?”

Alan stared at Nathan in shock and took a moment before saying, “I

I’m no spring chicken, and you think I can still work at Norvania’s top- tier armory?”

“I’ve always valued skill above everything else. Age, position, and where you’re from don’t matter to me,” Nathan replied firmly.

Alan took off his glasses and wiped away the tears welling up in his eyes. “General Morrison, I appreciate your trust. I won’t let you down. I’ll do my best to contribute to Norvania’s national defense.”

Nathan casually leaned against the desk with his hands in his pockets.

“One more thing.” Furrowing his brows, Nathan asked, “Why does hydronium evaporate when it meets the air?”

Alan sighed, put on his glasses, and spoke with a serious look.

“This substance is highly unstable. Nobody knows its principles and derivations except for Mila, so creating an ultimate weapon out of it is impossible.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.