The Wrong Woman

Did she just volunteer to feed Nathan with the fork that she had just been using?

Suzanne must be going crazy.

She snapped back to reality, forcing herself to put on a stiff smile. Awkwardness was written all over her face as she withdrew her hand. “Sorry, but 1-”

Before she could draw her hand back, Nathan grabbed her wrist and moved the piece of watermelon to his mouth. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Suzanne stared dumbly in shock as she watched Nathan’s lips touch her fork. Did this count as an indirect kiss? She had used that fork

just now.

Her face heated up at that thought. Her heart raced as her body tensed up. She felt uneasy because of this.

Nathan, however, was unperturbed as he chewed on the watermel before swallowing it. “It’s quite sweet. Pity that it was such a tiny piece.”

Suzanne pressed her lips together and lowered her head. She did dare to look directly at him.

“I’m sorry, I forgot that I had just been using that fork…” she whispered.

Suzanne felt the urge to apologize.

Nathan hadn’t thought much about eating from the same fork until Suzanne mentioned it. Now that she did, it felt like he had just been struck by lightning. That feeling soon spread throughout his body.

His mouth went dry as he unconsciously stared at Suzanne’s pink lips with a heated gaze.

Suzanne pressed her lips together. A blush dusted her cheeks.

Nathan couldn’t understand why Suzanne seemed so pure and innocent. She had a history of working in the underground industry, and she had serviced plenty of men before. Yet at this moment, she didn’t seem like someone who had done all that before.

Instead, Suzanne seemed like a young, inexperienced girl. A girl who was easily embarrassed and blushed at the drop of a hat. Someone who teared up easily.

She didn’t look like someone who had spent over ten years surviving in a harsh world.

Nathan cleared his throat and feigned a look of calmness. “I don’t mind. But, are you telling me that you’re disgusted that I just ate from

the same fork?”

Suzanne panicked. “No, no, not at all.”

With that, she picked up another piece of fruit with her fork and a

As he took in the sight of Suzanne’s red cheeks, Nathan wast reminded of Sally when she was younger. These thoughts cam more often, now that he had spent more time with her.

The sudden silence was awkward.

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Then, Nathan thought of something and he asked in a low voice, Suzanne, did that pirate tell you more? Is there something that yo haven’t translated for us?”

Suzanne gulped down the salad she had been chewing on and put down her fork. After taking a sip of tea, she leaned in toward him.

“He said that he had one gram of hydronium with him. They had

stolen it from a chemical engineer. There’s another gram of hydronium on this ship. It’s with another chemical engineer,” she whispered.

She was worried that the people in the next cabin would overhear her.

Nathan’s expression darkened, but he didn’t say anything.

Worried that he didn’t hear her, Suzanne leaned in even closer. She whispered right into his ear, “He also said that there was no use handing it over to you. Without the chemical engineer, the hydronium is useless.”

Nathan closed his eyes, his breathing quickening. It wasn’t because of the gravity of this news. Instead, it was because Suzanne was in such close proximity. Her warm breaths had tickled his ear, and that tingly feeling spread throughout his body.

It ended up stirring his loins at this inappropriate moment.

Meanwhile, Suzanne had no idea that she had just started a fire. She thought that Nathan was simply worried about what she had told him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

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