People often imed that unrequited love was an internal battlefield. Right at this moment, Suzanne


    couldn’t agree more.


    She clearly missed Nathan so dearly with her entire being, but she was conflicted and afraid. She


    dared not even look at him openly, yet she stole countless nces at him from the corner of her eye.


    She clearly knew that he held another woman dear in his heart, and it pained her to know that. She


    hated and resented the fact, yet she


    could not bear to let him go.


    She clearly yearned for him to be back, and she was both ted and anxious that he was, yet she


    feigned calmness and nonchnce. She put so much effort into it so that he wouldn’t notice any trace


    of her feelings for him, as though that would make her unrequited love less painful.


    The moment Nathan stepped into the living room, Sally rushed ov excitedly. “Nate!”


    Caught off guard, Nathan was trapped in her embrace. Sally clung tightly to his waist, frustrating him.


    Nathan’s brow furrowed as he reached behind his back to pry Sally’s arms off of him. But Sally was


    persistent and refused to let go. “I missed you a lot, Nate.”


    “Nate, why didn’t you tell me you wereing home today?” Florence smiled at him warmly.


    Nathan greeted the people in front of him politely. Every one of them beamed brightly at him,


    expressing their concern.


    His gaze darkened slightly when he failed to spot Suzanne amidst the


    crowd. Then, he took a sweeping nce across the room and finally spotted her not too far away in the


    dining room.


    With one hand resting on the table, she lowered her head and ate her soup quietly. She treated his


    return as indifferently as a stranger


    would.


    All she needed to do was to raise her head just a little, and she’d be able to see him. But she wouldn’t


    even do so.


    Disappointment welled up within Nathan, further fueling his irritation. He pushed Sally away from him.


    However, Sally kept at it. With everyone watching, she stood on tipped toes and wrapped her arms


    around Nathan’s neck, attempting to lean against his chest.


    Cole appeared from behind Nathan and forcefully pulled her away from him. He said furiously, “Ms.


    Hoffis, please stay away from General Morrison. He’s injured!”


    Everyone was startled to hear that. They were worried and showe him with concern, asking Nathan


    where and how he was injured a how severe the injury was. The living room buzzed withmotio


    The moment Suzanne heard that Nathan was injured, she froze, her spoon hovering over her bowl of


    soup. Her heart clenched with worry for him. She reflexively raised her head to look at him.


    But the first thing she saw was Sally crying and patting Nathan’s body all over, asking him if the injury


    was serious.


    Suzanne felt like she might break down if she saw a second more of Sally’s heart-wrenching and


    affectionate act, so she quickly shifted her gaze away from Nathan.


    But when she peeled her eyes away from him, Nathan instinctively nced at her. All he saw was her


    coldness and indifference, leaving


    him deeply disappointed.


    Could he not elicit a response out of her even after he got hurt?


    Amidst themotion around him, Nathan couldn’t pinpoint who was speaking to him, so he gave


    them a simple reply. “I’m fine.”


    “Do you want to have dinner together?” Florence asked.


    Nathan sighed faintly and responded softly, “No, I’d like to rest.”


    Sally promptlytched onto Nathan’s arm and said, “I’ll help you back to your room, Nate.”


    “There’s no need for that.” Nathan coldly pushed her away and walked past the living room toward the


    stairs.


    When Sally turned, she noticed Suzanne silently stirring her soup and Nathan’s cold attitude toward


    her. Sensing that things had reached a freezing point between the two, she was ted.


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    It seemed to her that her feigned depression, her suicidal an her little acts of maniption had worked


    like a charm.


    and


    Cole followed Nathan upstairs and went into the study first. T second they set foot in the room, they


    were taken aback and f ce.


    Cole gaped in surprise, unable to utter a word. The study was a me and resembled the room of a


    student preparing for the college entrance exam. It was cluttered with books and materials of all sorts.


    Several opened books were scattered on theputer table, with red marks and notes scrawled


    across the pages. Someone had been studying very hard there.


    Nathan slowly walked over and flipped through the books. Psychology?


    He frowned as he took in the room. He saw a lot of books on the


    shelf that didn’t belong to him. His gaze was locked on the titles.


    “Best Ways to Handle Toxic People”


    “The Key to Oveing Nasty People”


    “Foundations of Psychology”


    Nathan’s lips curled slightly as a smirk yed on his face.


    Cole was surprised to see such a reaction from him. “General Morrison, should I tidy things up?”


    “No.” Nathan didn’t wish to mess up her things and disrupt her progress. “Let’s go to the room,” he


    said.


    So Nathan led Cole to his room. The instant they entered, they were once again bewildered.


    The room was spotless and tidy, but the bed was covered in a mess of books, many of which were still


    unopened.


    Cole finally understood why Suzanne was so talented. It turne that she studied so intensely!


    In the end, the two men chose to go to the spacious andforta balcony, where Nathan briefed Cole


    about their uing tasks. Then, Cole reported to him about their work progress and important things


    they should take note of.


    As they were discussing, the door to the room was hastily pushed open. Suzanne hurried in,


    completely oblivious to the two people on the balcony.


    She behaved like a child who feared her parents scolding her for messing up the room. Flustered and


    panicky, she scrambled to pick all the books off the bed and organized them neatly on the shelf.


    She heaved a sigh with one hand on her hip and the other on her forehead. Then, with her mind still in


    disarray, she circled the room,


    checking to see if everything was in ce.


    Spotting another book on the easy chair, she quickly picked it up and ced it on the shelf. Then, she


    rushed over to the bed and tidied the bedding. After a flurry of cleaning up, she hurriedly left the room.


    She failed to notice the two people watching her from the balcony the whole time she was in there.


    Cole couldn’t help but chuckle. “Mrs. Morrison’s in such a hurry. She’s probably on her way to tidy up


    the study now. She’s pretty cute.”‘


    Cole’s unintentional praise drew a cold, angry stare from Nathan. Cole gulped nervously and


    straightened up. “I’m sorry, General Morrison. I spoke out of turn.”


    – Nathan leaned back into a wicker chair and fell deep in thought. Cole


    had just praised Suzanne for being cute. So why did he feel that Cole’s tone had been too adoring, and


    why was he displeased about


    it?