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Chapter 204

The atmosphere in the room immediately became more intimate and
awkward.
Then, there was a knock on the door.
Cole entered the room and frantically asked Suzanne, “What is your blood type, Mrs. Morrison?”
“A, why?” She replied quizzically.
“A comrade of mine has lost too much blood and is in need of a transfusion. The hospital just so
happened to be short on blood type A. Could I trouble you to donate some?”
She stood up without hesitation and walked toward him. “Okay, let’s go
immediately.”
The two then left the room.
In an instant, Nathan’s gaze turned dark, and his expression gradually turned grim.
Past events started playing in his head. He dared not imagine what would happen if Suzanne was
actually Chubs.
The uth would reveal itself soon. He just needed to wait patiently for the
DNA test results.
Ten minutes later, Suzanne returned.
“My body is perfectly healthy and free from illnesses. Why did they only take so little?” she muttered.
When she got back to the hospital bed, Nathan was already asleep.
She cautiously sat on the chair beside the bed and propped her elbows, on the edge. She sat there in
silence and looked at his weary but handsome face.
His features were pronounced and attractive. The current hints of weariness made him look more wild
and sexy. Despite that, she couldn’t help but tear up at the thought of the injuries on his body.
She’d just understood that his job wasn’t just to produce weapons. On top of that, he also has to deal
with many dangerous tasks.
Nathan Morrison is ruthless and swimming in power, and no one dares to
offend him.
All the rumors that were going around were utterly ridiculous. In reality, he was only merciless when it
came to dealing with criminals.
Thank you for returning safely, Nathan Morrison.
Suzanne gently pulled the covers over his body and tucked him in. Then, she leaned on the edge of the
bed. She shut her eyes to get some rest while
feeling at ease.
Waiting for his return for the past two days had exhausted her completely. She soon fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from hunger.
It was dark outside when she opened her eyes. Suzanne found herself on the hospital bed nestled in
Nathan’s embrace with his arm as a pillow–the pair was n extremely intimate position.
Shocked, she shot up violently and curled up on the edge.
My god!
Why was she sleeping on the bed? Not to mention in his arms?
Her jostling woke up Nathan. He slowly opened his eyes and asked, “What’s wrong?”
She got out of bed nervously. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know how I ended up in
your bed. Did I press on any of your wounds?”
“My wounds are fine,” he replied, unbothered.
Suzanne was incredibly frustrated. She mumbled out of guilt, “Did I sleepwalk? I genuinely don’t
remember when I got onto the bed.”
Upon seeing her panicked expression, Nathan pursed his lips and tried to suppress his laughter. He
would never tell her that he was the one who carried her up so he could hug her to sleep.
“It’s alright,” he replied lightly before pointing at the coffee. “Cole brought some food. You should eat.”
“Have you eaten?” she asked.
“Not yet.”
“I’ll help you up so you can eat.” She bent over and threw an arm around the back of his neck, trying to
hoist his muscular body upwards.
Strands of her hair drifted toward his face and caused a stir in his heart.
A refreshing fragrance filled his nose.
He stared restlessly at the woman who was leaning in and swallowed dryly. His gaze grew more and
more intense.