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?

started, “I haven’t been well these past few days. I apologize for not helping with your physical therapy Before she could finish, Magnus cut her off I had a bad night. If you’re feeling

chair out of the study. Natalia followed him, pushing

mean, other men?” Natalia had so much resentment in her heart, and she had to find out who the man was that violated her that

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

and then you can start your work,” he said in a matter–of–fact tone with

back her

in silence, Magnus elegantly eating his sandwich while Natalia, still feeling uneasy, could only eat a little. “I’ll get things ready, wait for me in the study.” she remarked, her brow furrowing as

pang of sympathy hit Magnus. Leaving his dinner untouched, he wheeled

her physiotherapy mat and a wooden hammer, the door gently opened behind her. Startled,

eyes gazing intently at her. “If you’re not

pushing his 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

balcony, Natalia began laying out the mat. As she went to fetch the massage equipment,

looked at him, puzzled Why the

seemed different today. Gone was the cold demeanor she’d grown accustomed to Reluctantly, she set down the massage tools and approached him. With a gentle tug, he pulled her into an embrace, her face buried against his firm

her thinness and lightly touched her forehead, memories of that fateful night flooding back. Gazing

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

Don’t you want to?” he asked, his dark eyes full of questions.

was worried that Magnus would