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.

and it makes me very happy” Magnus said, a grin spreading across

to her chin. He was about to lean

home, it was still a public area. Wasn’t he

it came to flirting, he became brazen and shameless. Magnus simply shrugged off

more Magnus wanted to kiss her. Her lips were

you’re so improper! Aren’t you afraid of being seen and embarrassed?”

stutter

swiftly slid his hand

that sitting on his lap might harm his legs.

day. There was no way he was going to let her go now. He held her tightly, declaring. There’s nothing improper about kissing my wife. Even if someone saw

the warmth of his breath. Her heart fluttered, and her face turned even redder. I’m not

your wife. You

to correct him, but then she remembered his anger when she had

wide, innocent eyes, not daring