The Wrong Woman

Chapter 196

Suzanne was dumbfounded.

Liam's face fell. "Can't recognize me anymore 'cause I've gotten more handsome?"

Her heart shuddered, and she shook her head.

He pinched her round cheeks in one swift motion. "My name is Liam."

She shook her head again.

The man sighed and sat up. He rubbed her head and said softly, "Don't be afraid. With me around, nothing will happen to you."

"Do we know each other?" she asked.

He shot her a bitter smile. "It's bad enough that you forgot what I look like, but you don't even remember my name? You heartless thing."

She sat up abruptly. Her vision was blurred from her tears. "I lost my memory three years ago. Do you know me? Please tell me who I am."

He looked at her quizzically. From how lost and nervous she looked, he could tell she truly didn't remember.

"Aren't you Hoffis? Sally Hoffis? Nate calls you chubs."

Suzanne stared at him in shock for a while before shaking her head again. "I don't know who I am," she said. "But I'm not Sally Hoffis. She's currently in Phoenicia." Liam pinched her cheeks again.

"Ouch, that hurt." Her hand swiftly shot to her cheek, and she moved away, glaring at him.

"You're not Chubs?"

She shook her head.

"Then you really resemble her. Your features are the same. You just look a tad bit skinnier."

"A lot of people have said I look like her when she was younger," Suzanne said with a sigh.

He pursed his lips and stared at her for the longest time. He then asked gently, "Did you marry Nathan Morrison?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"Then you're definitely Chubs," he declared as he got up from the bed to light another cigarette. "He won't marry anyone except Chubs."

Suzanne just recalled and processed his name. "You're Liam Morrison?"

He didn't reply. His expression was grim as he slowly lit his cigarette and took a drag. He exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at his watch.

"Keep making noises. Don't let the people outside think I can't last in bed!"

She resumed, but her voice was stiff.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Liam sighed, exasperated. "Didn't Nate teach you anything when you were already married? He must really be incompetent."

Suzanne's face grew hotter by the minute. Liam had no filter at all. She lowered her voice and asked, "Why are you here, Liam? Can you get me out of here?"

"I can't get you out."

"Then what?" She was incredibly anxious. "You can't possibly stay here with me forever?"

"I just sent word. Let's wait for an hour or two. See if Nate sends someone for you."

Suzanne knew that wasn't possible. This wasn't Norvania. Nathan had no power here. He couldn't possibly send enough forces to surround the place. If he didn't send enough, they wouldn't be able to get in at all.

"This is Muzat, not Norvania, Liam. Because of political reasons, Nathan can't save us," she said nervously. "Can't you think of something?"

Liam gazed deeply at her. He thought about it for a moment and said, "I heard you were accepted into a famous school in Sunterland, Chubs."

He continued, asking, "Do you know chemistry? Would you be able to separate Diacetylmorphine from a mixture with impurities?"

She wasn't sure but nodded anyway. "I know a bit of chemistry. I could try."