The Imposter Bride by Sallie Woods

Chapter 11

Magnus found himself questioning. “Was this young woman now his wife? She looked so youthful, like a little girl”

He thought of Lucius, drowning in bourbon in a private booth in the afternoon, and suddenly straightened up, his gaze fixating on Natalia lying on the bed A smirk appeared on his face. Of course, if she wasn’t beautiful, Lucius wouldn’t be in such agony

His eyes turned icy in an instant. He reached out to switch off the bedside lamp, then he maneuvered his wheelchair out of the room

Returning to his own bedroom, he stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at the dark ocean, a sense of loneliness was welling up within him.

Soon, Linden knocked on the door and entered, spotting Magnus standing on the balcony. He approached Magnus softly “Mr. Magnus, I have found out!”

“Ma’am did not make any phone calls today. She only sent texts to three students from Melfort College!” Linden handed over the satellite information to Magnus.

Magnus‘ deep gaze fell upon the information sheet in Linden’s hand.

“Melfort College students? She didn’t contact Lucius? Magnus thought back to Lucius‘ drunken state earlier that day. Could it be that he was not upset over a phone call from this woman, but drowning his sorrows for another reason?

“No, I checked her call logs. She has never contacted Mr Lucius!” Linden said, noting Magnus‘ frosty expression, then discreetly exited the room

No contact. She must’ve changed her phone before coming here Just how cunning was Lucius?

This woman was crying here, while Lucius was drowning his sorrows in a bar. Magnus‘ icy gaze in the dark seemed to emit a chilling light

The next day, at the crack of dawn, Natalia was awakened by a knock on the door. She sat up immediately. Standing at the door was May “Ma’am, Mr. Magnus has requested your presence in the dining room.”

“What?” The sky had barely started to lighten, and she was already being summoned to the dining room.

She quickly dressed, washed

at Magnus, then at the spread on the table. Such a lavish breakfast. Could he finish all of it on his

her thoughts, she went over and poured him a bowl of soup. “Please, have some soup..”

“Peel the shrimp”

his bowl. Her small, fair hands skillfully peeled the shrimp in front of him, as she occasionally glanced up at

slightly, looking somewhat displeased. “Don’t you have gloves? Don’t

turned red. He was a germaphobe! She quickly picked up the shrimp from his bowl and ate it herself, then went to the kitchen to get gloves and continued

her actions, his face darkening even more.

want to eat the ones I peeled without gloves, right? So, I had to eat them!” She couldn’t just

bowl of shrimp. His expression was as dark as a pot bottom. What was this woman thinking? Did she plan to peel the

eat it all Magnus picked

you

down. “I asked you to peel, not to peel the whole lot. You can’t even

whose eyes were frosty, and pursed her lips, “You asked me to peel the shrimp, and I did a pretty good job! If you can’t finish, I will. It’s a waste to throw

Natalia’s blue eyes and the half bowl of

gloves. “Aren’t

then maneuvered his wheelchair out

shrimp

then so be it! She picked up the chopsticks and started eating the shrimp.

turned his gaze away. She ate as if she hadn’t had a meal in days. This was hardly the behavior of a well–bred lady. His brows furrowed at the thought.

bedroom, he closed the door and stood on the balcony. His tall, straight body exuded an

Magnus standing on the balcony. He quickly

asked for.”

holding a stack of thick books, which he placed on his

these?” Linden began to feel a bit sorry