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?

your physical therapy Before she could finish, Magnus cut her off I had a bad night. If you’re feeling better, we can start the therapy.”

wheeled his 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

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

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

swallowed back

feeling uneasy, could only eat a little. “I’ll get things

sympathy hit Magnus. Leaving his

the door gently opened behind her. Startled, she pivoted

eyes gazing intently at her. “If you’re not feeling up to it, we can always postpone

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 if this man discovered another had been with her in his own home? Despite her just being a wife in name, she knew his temper all

mat. As she went to fetch the massage equipment, Magnus

puzzled Why the sudden

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 chest. Frozen, she felt her heartbeat skyrocket, his familiar, pleasant scent filling her senses. In their previous sessions, he’d occasionally draw

touched her forehead, memories of that fateful night flooding back. Gazing at her quivering lashes, he leaned in without

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

he asked, his

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