The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 23

On the third day, Magnus couldn’t restrain his curiosity any longer. He just had to find out what this young woman was up to. Since she had agreed to be his bride, she had to understand the consequences.

Especially if she was going to make such a fuss over a simple one night stand

The sharp knock at the door interrupted Natalia’s thoughts She rose from her chair and opened the door to find one of the housekeepers standing there

“Ma’am,” the housekeeper said, looking at her with a hint of surprise. “Mr. Magnus requests your presence in his study”

Natalie nodded, “Alright, I’m on my way”

After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, Natalia headed towards the study As she pushed the door open, she saw Magnus sitting in his wheelchair by the floor–to–ceiling windows, gazing out at the ocean, deep in thought.

Natalia walked in quietly. He turned his wheelchair around as soon as he felt her presence. As their eyes met, a wave of emotion passed over his face before quickly settling back into a stoic expression. She had got quite thinner

Without another word, Magnus directed his wheelchair towards her. His gazes were as deep as the ocean, but his body radiated an inexplicable exhaustion Natalia’s heart clenched as she remembered the night before. Was it him that night? Why did he do that to her?

therapy Before she could finish, Magnus cut her off I had a bad

out of the study. Natalia

Natalia had so much resentment

as he pressed the elevator button. It was indeed ‘no, because on

for dinner, and then you can start your work,” he said in a

swallowed back her

little. “I’ll get things ready, wait for me in the study.” she remarked, her brow furrowing as she

figure, a pang of sympathy hit Magnus. Leaving his dinner untouched,

wooden hammer, the door gently opened behind her. Startled, she pivoted to face him. “Didn’t I ask you to wait in the study? Or you

her. “If you’re not feeling up

wheelchair toward the study. All the while, a nagging thought persisted Even though she wasn’t truly his wife, she had, in all appearance, married him. If that stranger from the other night wasn’t Magnus, then what would happen if this man discovered another had been with her in his own home? Despite her just being a

the mat. As she went to fetch the massage equipment,

at him, puzzled Why the sudden change?

against his firm chest. Frozen, she felt her heartbeat skyrocket,

hands moved gracefully, tightening around her slender waist. He felt her thinness and lightly touched her forehead, memories of that

head, his lips grazing her cheek. “What are you. She began, thoughts of that recent evening rushing back, prompting her

want to?” he asked, his dark eyes full of

night. She was worried that Magnus would only