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?

been well these past few days. I apologize for not helping with your physical therapy Before she could finish, Magnus cut her off I had a bad night. If you’re feeling

wheeled his chair out of the study. Natalia followed him,

Linden and you? Well, I mean, other men?” Natalia had so much resentment in her

indeed ‘no, because

said in a matter–of–fact tone

back

their dinner in silence, Magnus elegantly eating his sandwich while Natalia, still feeling uneasy, could only eat a little. “I’ll get things ready, wait for me in the study.” she remarked, her

hit Magnus. Leaving his dinner

mat and a wooden hammer, the door gently opened behind her. Startled, she pivoted to face him. “Didn’t I ask you to wait in

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

heart? “I’m fine, let’s just get started,” she 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 if this

the expansive study with its grand balcony, Natalia began laying out the mat. As she went to fetch the massage

him, puzzled Why

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

lightly touched her forehead, memories of

turned her head, his lips grazing her cheek. “What are you. She began, thoughts

Don’t you want to?” he asked, his dark eyes

hesitant, remembering the humiliation she had felt that night. She was worried that Magnus would only hurt her again. More importantly,