The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 89

He then continued, "Darling, I love you, I truly do."

"I... I..." Natalia had been deeply moved by Magnus' promise to give her a home. Upon hearing his

proclamation of love, she was overwhelmed, her heart pounding uncontrollably in her chest.

He said he loved her, asked her not to leave him, and promised her a home. These were luxuries she

had never dared to dream of. She never imagined that Magnus would confess his love for her. At that

moment, she stared at the man before her, as if in a dream.

"You don't have to say it back," Magnus said, smiling tenderly at Natalia's stunned expression. "I

believe there will come a day when you'll speak your heart to me."

He leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers, but it wasn't enough. She tasted so sweet,

and it had been so long since he'd kissed her.

Magnus kissed her gently, yet it wasn't enough for him. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her

deeply, prying her lips open, and dancing with her tongue. He overwhelmed her, their tongues

entwining fiercely.

When he finally released her, Natalia was nearly breathless. Magnus, on the other hand, was still

unsatisfied.

Natalia, worried about the wound, went around to his back for a look. She realized that due to

Magnus's exertion, the wound was oozing a little blood again.

Natalia frowned, her tone scolding, "I told you not to exert yourself. Now your wound has reopened,

and it'll take even longer to heal."

Magnus, with a somewhat aggrieved expression, replied, "But I haven't kissed you in so long, darling, I

missed you." Then he took her hand and placed it on his lap, murmuring, "Feel how hard it's been for

me."

To her surprise, the deeply affectionate Magnus had turned into a playful pervert. Feeling the heat

beneath her hand, Natalia's cheeks flushed bright red. She quickly withdrew her hand, admonishing

him, "You're injured and you still want to do that!"

His wound hadn't healed and any exertion could cause it to bleed, worsening his condition. Even now,

he was still thinking about sex. Magnus was giving Natalia a headache.

Frustrated, Natalia decided she couldn't stay in the same room with Magnus. So she quickly turned

around and fled to the bathroom, her face so red she didn't dare to face anyone.

Meanwhile, Magnus sat on the bed, watching Natalia's flustered retreat. He chuckled softly, "I only

tease you, darling."

After Natalia had closed the bathroom door, Magnus slowly got up from the bed and walked a few

steps before returning to bed, feeling pent-up.

When Natalia emerged from the bathroom, she walked straight out of the room without giving Magnus

a second glance. She instructed a servant, "Prepare some chicken soup for Magnus. His wound has

started bleeding again."

The servant nodded in agreement.

Natalia wanted to help Magnus into his wheelchair and take him outside to catch some sun. But every

time she tried to help him, he ended up pressing his body against hers. So she decided it was better to

wait for his wound to heal before venturing outside.

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herself, Linden approached her. He announced with serious expression, "Miss, Mrs. Clarkson is here to

see you."

To outsiders, Addison was assumed to be Natalia's mother. However, anyone who had seen Natalia

knew that she wasn't Addison's daughter. Natalia had a unique beauty of mixed-race heritage.

So when Addison suddenly came to Maplewood Manor wanting to see Natalia, Linden took it upon

himself to relay the message.

Normally, he would inform Magnus immediately about such matters. But Magnus was severely injured,

and Linden didn't want to burden him with this. And Natalia, being the true mistress of Maplewood

Manor, couldn't always hide under Magnus' wing.

"Mother, why is she here?" Natalia frowned upon hearing Linden's words.

Linden asked, "Miss, do you want me to inform Mr. Magnus about this?"

But Natalia immediately declined, "No, let's not bother him with this. He's still recovering."

Having made up her mind, Natalia turned around and said, "Let her in." After all, she was her mother.

Addison, whom she hadn't seen in a while, was as elegant and beautiful as the last time Natalia had

lived with the Clarkson family. But she had developed a harshness about her. A sense of nobility

certainly radiated from her, but prolonged exposure revealed her to be a hard character.

"Mother, what brings you here?" Natalia asked, standing before Addison. She was no longer the timid

girl she used to be. She stood tall and spoke calmly.

She had told Addison before that she agreed to marry on behalf of Kendra as a repayment for the

Clarkson family's kindness. From then on, they would owe each other nothing. So now, whether it was

in front of Kendra or Addison, Natalia owed them nothing. She had no need to grovel.

Moreover, Kendra had previously schemed against her, arranging for her abduction and abandonment

in the ocean. That score with Kendra was yet to be settled.

Addison never imagined that Natalia, the little ingrate she had raised since childhood, would one day

dare to directly address her as "you." Her reference to "mother" was markedly reluctant, wasn't it?

Addison's face darkened, her heart simmering with rage. She strode up to Natalia, hand raised, ready

to strike. A hard slap was about to land on Natalia's face, but she reached out and caught the hand as

it fell.

"You greet me with a slap, mother? What exactly have I done to deserve this?" Her gaze pierced deep

into the woman who had mistreated her since she was a kid. She gripped Addison's hand with all her

strength, successfully stopping the slap mid-air.

Fury flashed in Addison's eyes as she spat out venomously, "Natalia, you ungrateful little wretch,

repaying kindness with ingratitude. Look at what you've done to Kendra, I swear I'll beat you to a pulp

today!"