The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 27

The maid hurriedly lowered her head, "But Mr. Magnus is not in a wheelchair, and there is no

wheelchair when he gets up later."

Linden knotted his brows, "Get back to your work."

Once the maid had left, Linden immediately pushed Magnus' wheelchair gently towards the room.

When he saw the two on the bed, he was taken aback. He quickly set the wheelchair in place and

retreated.

After a while, Natalia opened her eyes to see a handsome face in front of her. She was momentarily

stunned, recalling the man's words from the night before, "We'll have to get used to sharing a room."

She felt a rush of heat to her ears and looked up at the man's sleeping face. Wasn't he always an early

riser? Why was he still asleep? She studies his smooth skin, his handsome features and his eyes

closed with long, thick lashes. God, he was even more attractive than most women.

His lips were thin, and some said men with thin lips were heartless. Was he heartless?

Recalling the times he had forcefully kissed her without her consent, she blushed, gently removed his

hand, and attempted to slip away. The large hand on her waist tightened abruptly. "My dear, you've

been staring at me for quite a while now. What are your thoughts?"

Startled, Natalia pushed against his chest to back away, "I wasn't staring. I just wanted to get up."

With a swift movement, the man pulled her back into his embrace, flipping over to pin her beneath him.

Natalia let out a surprised yelp, "Magnus, what are you doing?" Why was he on top of her again?

Weren't his legs supposed to be numb?

"Sneak a peek and then run away? What do you think I should do, darling? Maybe we should do

something more... intimate?" His deep, dark gazes bore into hers.

Natalia tensed up, feeling something hot pressing against her lower abdomen. Boom! It felt like her

brain had exploded. What was he planning? "I... I'm not your wife. Get off me. I'm not ready yet!" She

blushed as red as an apple, pushing against the man atop her.

"Not my wife? Then who are you?" His eyes locked onto hers. Natalia froze, lifting her gaze to meet

his. His handsome face was stern.

"What else do you need to prepare for? You're my wife. We haven't done what married couples do." He

intentionally pressed his lower body against hers.

Natalia's heart pounded against her chest. She was still uncertain about what happened that night.

Was this man really about to sleep with her? If the man from that night wasn't him, then how would she

tell him she had been violated?

Summoning up her courage, she locked her eyes with his, "Magnus, even though I married you, sex

between a man and a woman should be natural. If you force it when I'm not ready, I... I'll be

traumatized!"

Magnus stared at the woman beneath him. Traumatized? Was she referring to the trauma from that

night? He pushed off with his hands and sat up, hopping onto his wheelchair by the bed and sliding out

of the bedroom.

Seeing the wheelchair disappear, Natalia quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. Her heart was

racing. This man was constantly flirting with her. When she didn't reciprocate, he got angry. Hmph!

After getting dressed, Natalia went downstairs to see the man sitting elegantly on the sofa. There was

another man there, probably in his forties, wearing a warm smile. Upon seeing her descend the stairs,

he immediately stood up, "Good day, ma’am. I'm Linden, the Andersen family's loyal butler. Mr. Morgan

has sent me to fetch you and Mr. Magnus back to the manor for his 80th birthday celebration."

Natalia nodded, then turned to look at Magnus, who hadn't spared her a glance, his attention on his

tablet. Regardless, since the elders had sent someone to fetch them, she couldn't refuse. That would

be seen as a lack of manners on the Clarkson family's part.

"When are we leaving?" She asked Magnus.

He didn't look up from his tablet, "You go ahead. We'll join you for dinner." He was addressing Linden.

"Very well. I'll take my leave now." Linden nodded at Natalia and exited the living room.

Natalia turned her gaze to the man on the sofa, "Are we really going back?"

He set down his tablet and patted the seat next to him, "Pack your things. We're going to the Andersen

Family Estate tonight and will stay there for three days. Bring what you need. I have a change of

clothes there, so just pack your own things."

Natalia sat next to him, deep in thought, "Going back to celebrate Grandpa's 80th birthday? I have to

go, right?"

"Yeah, of course. What are you afraid of? You're my wife. Just stay by my side." He noticed her evasive

gaze and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips.

"Alright, I'll go pack." Sooner or later, the truth would come out. She didn't expect it to happen so soon.

She knew that once she got to the Andersen family's place, they'd find out she wasn't her sister.

Without having any food, she got up and went upstairs, the man's piercing gaze on her. He was

thinking, “Natalia, I'm giving you a chance. If you tell me the truth, I can find a way to prevent Grandpa

from punishing you.”

But the girl just went upstairs, leaving Magnus staring coldly at the slowly closing elevator doors.

Once upstairs, Natalia stood on the balcony. She gazed at the calm sea. What has to come will come.

There was no escaping it. So just face it head-on. She turned and packed a few clothes and daily

necessities.

At five in the afternoon, Magnus wheeled himself into Natalia's room, "What's wrong? You've been

hiding away all day, scared to meet Grandpa. How long do you plan on hiding? It's time to leave, my

wife."

She hadn't been hiding, had she? And was he addicted to calling her wife?

Outside the villa, on the beach, Linden had already prepared the car. Natalia pushed the wheelchair

over to the car while the servants put the luggage in.

Linden helped Magnus into the car, which then slowly left the beach.

Natalia sat in the back seat. The moment the car left the beach, her heart started to race. Magnus

looked at the tense woman next to him and sighed, "Don't be scared. I'm here with you. Just stand by

my side, okay?"

Natalia turned around, gazing at him in surprise. His gazes were soft yet deep, like a vortex. She

wasn't sure how much of his feelings towards her were genuine. But given the circumstances, she had

no choice but to rely on his protection. She looked into his eyes and nodded.

Magnus reached out and held her hand, sighing as he looked out the window. His large hands were dry

and warm as he gently rubbed her palm with his fingertips. Natalia's ears instantly flushed a deep

shade of crimson.

Magnus toyed with her hand, keeping it in his grip all the way to the Andersen Family Estate.

Just like their previous visit, a line of servants stood outside the grand estate. Linden's car slowly glided

to a halt on the expansive front lawn and a servant immediately approached with a wheelchair.

Magnus glanced at Natalia's tense expression, his grasp on her hand tightening. "Don't be scared, my

wife," he comforted, "I've got this."

For a fleeting moment, Natalia felt that he had already known that she wasn't Kendra. His gaze was

sincere, devoid of any mockery or sarcasm.

At this moment, a servant opened the car door, eyes filled with respect as he looked at Natalia. "Ms. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Natalia, Mr. Magnus. Please, come inside."