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?

I apologize for not helping with your physical therapy Before she could finish, Magnus cut

out of the study. Natalia followed him, pushing his wheelchair.

other people on this island besides Linden and you? Well, I mean, other men?” Natalia had so much resentment in her heart, and she had to find out who

It was indeed ‘no,

dinner, and then you can start your work,” he said in a matter–of–fact tone with no warmth, like giving orders to

swallowed back

little. “I’ll get things ready, wait for

sympathy hit Magnus. Leaving his

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

up close, dark eyes gazing intently at her. “If you’re not feeling up to it,

replied, 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 what would happen

the mat. As she went

at him, puzzled Why the

into an embrace, her face buried against his firm chest. Frozen, she felt

moved gracefully, tightening around her slender waist. He felt her thinness and lightly touched her forehead, memories of that fateful night flooding back. Gazing at her

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

want to?” he asked, his dark

she had felt that night. She was worried that Magnus would only hurt her again. More importantly, she still had no idea who that mystery