The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 36

The man looked into the girl's anguished, pale face. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling it

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Natalia found herself sprawled across his lap. With a fluid motion, the man cradled her in his embrace,

turning her face towards him by gently pinching her chin, and planted a passionate kiss on her lips. He

closed his eyes, savoring the moment, his voice coming out in a rough whisper, "I will make love to you

again, Natalia."

Natalia felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment at his words. This man actually had the audacity to

utter such things.

"You... Stop being a... a jerk!" Natalia struggled to free herself.

But he held her even tighter, "Then I might as well live up to that title." He said and kissed her again.

Ever since he had slept with Natalia, he had been consumed with the desire to be close to her. He

finally understood the words of his friends, James and Chase. His heart, which had been barren for

years, seemed to have found an oasis. He couldn't quench his thirst for her. She was too sweet, her

body driving him to the point of insanity.

His warm kisses forced Natalia to submit to his desires. He pried open her lips, capturing her tongue

and drawing it into a passionate dance. The sensation coursed through her like an electric current. His

cool breath filled her senses, leaving Natalia lost in his domineering yet tender conquests, despite her

inexperience.

His hand had already taken off her coat, revealing her dress clinging to her soft curves. His hand traced

her body, skillfully caressing her, causing Natalia to let out a soft moan.

The man lifted his misty eyes as he lifted the girl's petite body so that she was straddling over his lap.

This intimate pose made Natalia blush with embarrassment.

"You... Let me down." She weakly pushed him away.

The man didn't budge, his heated gaze fixed on her flushed face, "Feeling shy?

"You seemed to enjoy yourself last night at the Andersen Family Estate. Isn't that why you gripped me

so tight? Huh?

"All these are things that happen between a husband and wife. You should get used to it."

Natalia felt really embarrassed. Got used to it? She was nothing more than a substitute. She was not

his wife.

"I am not your wife, Magnus. Stop taking advantage of me. Once your leg gets better, I'm leaving." She

knew that she would have to leave him one day.

The man's head shot up, his black eyes burning into hers, "Not my wife? So what we do isn't

something that a husband and wife do?" She was actually planning to leave him.

"That was because you forced me, and this time, we were pretending for your grandfather's sake.

Magnus, I'm only here to take care of you. Now that you know I'm not Kendra, why won't you let me

go?"

She knew she had to leave him one day, so it would be easier to be ruthless now, lest she not only lose

her body but also her heart to him.

The man's face darkened with each word she spoke. He slowly released her, his lustful gaze

disappearing, "You think if I let you go, you'll be safe? Do you think my grandfather will let the

Clarksons off the hook?"

He stared at her, his icy expression sending chills down her spine. Natalia's heart sank as she heard

his words, "Magnus, I know that marrying you in Kendra's place has been hard on you. But please, for

the sake of me taking care of you, don't hurt my father. You promised."

Her eyes turned red and teary as she stared at him pleadingly.

"If you want your father to be safe, it depends on how obedient you are. You're always thinking about

leaving this place. Do you think I will be kind enough to act as if nothing happened when I don't even

have a substitute?" Did she also despise his disability and plan on leaving? As Magnus thought about

this, his grip on her arm tightened. Natalia struggled slightly, defiantly meeting his gaze, "Do you want

to spend your life with a woman you don't love? I know you married Kendra to spite Lucius, but there's

no need to sacrifice your happiness. I promise to take good care of you and stay by your side until you

can stand on your own."

She gently got up and prepared his bath, helping Magnus out of his clothes before turning to leave the

room.

Magnus watched her in a daze as she left, his mind replaying her words. She would stay and care for

him until he could stand on his own.

Once the bedroom door was closed, Magnus stepped into the bath, sinking into the warm water, lost in

thought. Maybe he should change his plans. He didn't want to stand up so soon.

The next morning, Natalia arrived early to help Magnus with his physical therapy. He watched her, her

expression calm and composed, "Get ready. We're going to France tomorrow to see my doctor."

Natalia turned to him, "Am I going with you?"

"Of course, you're my wife, also my physical therapist. If you don't go, who will?"

"I see." Natalia didn't say anything more.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to go?"

"No." Going to France might be a good idea, she could get away from Melfort for a while. Suddenly, a

thought struck her, "Do you have feeling in your legs? Is that why we're going to see the doctor?"

The man's handsome face darkened. She really did care about him, always worrying about his

recovery.

Seeing his displeasure, Natalia knew his leg wasn't better yet. She gently massaged his calf, "It's okay,

you'll get better. I have faith."

She raised her blue eyes to look at his handsome face. How wonderful it would be if he could stand up.

He was already so handsome, if he could stand, he would be irresistible to many girls. He would be

happy then, right?

"Do you really hope that I can stand up?" He looked into her eyes.

"Of course, I'd be really happy if you could stand up." she said, her smile gentle and warm.

Magnus' eyes softened, and he pulled her closer, "So if I stand up, you'll leave? Huh?"

Natalia looked at him, her heart aching. If he could stand, he wouldn't need her to take care of him

anymore. There would be many girls who would like him, and he would have his beloved one by his

side. She wouldn't belong by his side then.

"If you don't want me to leave, I won't. I'll stay until you don't want me around anymore." She said softly,

knowing that one day, he wouldn't need her by his side anymore.

Magnus' gaze softened even more. He gently pulled her onto his lap and brushed away the hair from

her cheek, "I'll never let you leave. Remember, don't ever talk about leaving again. Also, you're my

woman, Magnus' woman, and you always will be."

He finished speaking and gazed at her stunned expression, then leaned down to kiss her lips. He

gently brushed against her lips, and finding no resistance, he immediately engaged in a passionate

kiss. He loved kissing her, her lips tasted as sweet as a ripe Georgia peach. It was addictive.

Natalia's heart stuttered in her chest. He was kissing her again. She thought about resisting, but his

strong arms drew her in close, making escape impossible. Taking advantage, he skillfully pried open

her lips, coiling around her tongue, pulling her into a deep, engaging kiss.

A tingle shot through Natalia's body. Her hands, seemingly of their own accord, clung onto his shirt as

she surrendered to his unexpected yet overwhelming kiss.