The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

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Chapter 66

Magnus returned to the familiar comfort of Maplewood Manor, finding Natalia waiting for him. She was perched on the sofa, her eyes glued to the television, engrossed in whatever it was she was watching

Seeing Natalia, Magnus felt a weightlifting off his chest–an antidote to the gloom that Lucius betrayal had cast.

Wheeling himself over to her, he simply watched her. “Were you waiting for me, darling?” he asked.

With summer vacation in full swing, Natalia spent her days at home, keeping to herself. She and Hector barely crossed paths. So, every evening when Magnus returned from work, she was there. It was a sight that Magnus had come to cherish. The thought of Natalia waiting for him filled him with a wellspring of energy His only thought after wrapping up his work for the day was to rush home and be with Natalia.

Natalia was so absorbed in her show that she didn’t notice Magnus until the sound of his wheelchair rolling closer broke her concentration. She turned her head to find Magnus, home from work, sitting in his wheelchair. His gaze was fixed on her, brimming with tenderness. His gaze alone was enough to make Natalia blush She couldn’t bear to meet his eyes. Instead, she was muttering shyly, “Linden said you’d be home early today, so I thought we could have dinner together”

Natalia had the freedom to go out with Lexi and have some fun, but she found herself content in Magnus home, reading books about Magnus’s leg condition and eagerly awaiting his return. When Lexi had called to invite her out earlier that day, she had declined without even hearing where they were going She didn’t know what Magnus thought, but she felt that if he came home to find her gone, he would be disappointed.

me to come home, and it makes me very happy” Magnus said, a

gently caressing her cheek before sliding his hand down to her chin. He was about to lean in when Natalia, already flustered,

was his home, it was still a public area.

a gentleman when he wasn’t angry. But when it came to flirting, he became brazen and shameless. Magnus simply shrugged off Natalias feigned ignorance. “Of

blushed, the more Magnus wanted to kiss her. Her lips

you’re so improper! Aren’t you afraid

stutter

eyebrow at Natalia’s audacity. He swiftly slid his hand down from her chin, pulling her onto his

nervous, afraid that sitting on his lap might harm

held

feel the warmth of his breath. Her heart fluttered, and her face turned

your wife. You

anger when she had said the

daring to say a