The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 160

Hearing Linden's words, a chill ran down Magnus' spine. "Wait, what did she say that day?" he

implored hastily.

Linden gave Magnus a puzzled look. "What else could she say? She didn't leave with him, of course.

She sent him away. But he was persistent, left his number, and said he would be waiting for her.”

Leave? Over his dead body. Magnus' face turned icy cold. He turned on his heel and headed up the

stairs.

Watching the irate figure of Magnus, Linden suddenly regretted his words. Had he said too much?

Should he have been less detailed? But what's said was said, and what's done was done. Magnus was

clearly so attached to his wife that he wouldn't dare quarrel with her. There was no way this

Englishman could measure up to him.

Shaking his head, Linden went back to his things.

Magnus clambered up the stairs to the main bedroom and kicked open the door, which startled Natalia.

She was engrossed in her jade piece when Magnus suddenly appeared, startling her so much that she

dropped the pendant onto the floor. Luckily, the thick carpet cushioned the fall, preventing the pendant

from breaking.

Natalia bent down to pick up her pendant, frowning at Magnus. "What's the matter?"

Magnus strode over to her, growling in a stern voice, "Who is this Englishman?! What right does he

have to take you away?! What’s going on between you two? So, you wanted to leave with him! No

wonder you’ve been insisting on breaking up with me.”

Damn it, he had thought she cared for him, and the lipstick mark from that night had made him feel Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

guilty.

Seeing Magnus' livid face, Natalia realized he knew about Callum's visit. She didn't think she had done

anything wrong. Why was Magnus interrogating her so aggressively?

"He said he knew me before I was five, when I lived in England," Natalia replied nonchalantly, not

planning to explain too much to Magnus. After all, she herself didn't know much about Callum. How

could she explain him to Magnus?

"Knew you? When did you live in England? He's clearly trying to take advantage of you, even daring to

come here?" Magnus looked down at Natalia, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up. "Tell me! Are

you planning to leave me for him and go to England?"

Natalia was dazed by Magnus' sudden outburst. His face looked so fierce and terrifying that she was

genuinely frightened. This must be his true nature, right? Suspicious of others without any real basis.

And what about him? He was constantly flirting with Isabella but would never admit it. Talk about

double standards.

"Speak up! Do you want to leave with him? Do you want to leave me?" Not getting a response from

Natalia, Magnus' voice rose in frustration. It seemed like the only way to cover up his fear of her

leaving.

"Yes! Yes, I do want to leave with him." Natalia's stubbornness kicked in, and she bravely met Magnus'

fiery gaze. "I think we're not meant to be, Mr. Andersen. You status are too high above me, and I can't

reach you. Let me go, and let yourself go too."

She suddenly felt that this place was no longer suitable for her, and this man was no longer the one

who had given her a home. It would be better to sort it out all at once, to avoid losing everything and

her dignity in the future.

"Impossible!" Magnus' worst fear was Natalia wanting to leave him. Hearing her say it, his emotions

spiraled out of control. "I won't allow it. I absolutely won't let you leave me, not unless I'm dead. You

want to leave with that Englishman? What a ludicrous idea!" Magnus gripped her shoulders fiercely, the

fury in his eyes threatening to explode.

"But why should we continue like this if neither of us is happy?" Natalia lowered her head in despair.

Her future with Magnus was bleak, with no hope in sight.

He was the affluent CEO of Andersen Corporation, who could turn the tides in Melfort at his whim. He

could have any woman he wanted. Why would he care about her, a girl no one else wanted, not even

her own mother? What was there for her to hold onto? The distance between them was as vast as the

starry sky.

With this thought, Natalia mustered up her courage and looked Magnus in the eye. "Magnus, let me go,

and let yourself go too. We're not meant to be, really."

Hearing Natalia say 'let me go' again, Magnus felt like his heart was being ripped apart.

What did she mean by not meant to be, and let her go! Did she even know what she was saying?!

She was the only woman he had ever loved in this world, and that alone was more than enough. How

could there be any distance?! All she needed to do was be his wife.

But no matter how many times he said this, she wouldn't believe him. She kept misunderstanding his

true feelings, even now, thinking he didn't truly love her.

This girl, whom he loved and hated, he wished he could swallow her whole. And now she wanted to

leave with another man? Impossible!

Looking at her cold and indifferent gazes, Magnus felt a chill in his heart. Her eyes were devoid of any

emotion, isolating him and her in two separate worlds, unreachable and insurmountable.

All his chaotic emotions came rushing to his head. He could decide whether to take on billion-dollar

deals in a second, yet he was at a loss when it came to this girl. She was his nemesis, sent by god to

punish him.

After waiting for a while without any response from Magnus, Natalia prodded, "Magnus, we

really...mmm..."

Magnus couldn't stand it any longer. The words coming out of her mouth were like knives, each one

stabbing his heart. He wouldn't let her go, not even in her dreams.

Without any hesitation, he leaned down and kissed her, silencing her beautiful lips, so they wouldn't

utter any more words that angered him.

The searing kiss was an invasion, a conquering force that ruthlessly swept over Natalia's lips and

tongue, grazing her delicate taste buds and refusing to retreat. Every time at this moment, it always

made him linger and unable to tear himself away.

Natalia passively accepted Magnus' domineering yet gentle kiss, yet her mind was filled with images of

him with Isabella. Her hand was relentlessly pounding on Magnus' back, the man was kissing her

again, "Let go...mmh...let go of me."

Even if she gathered all her strength, this slight force wouldn't be of any concern to Magnus. Especially

considering that Natalia wasn't even using all her strength at this moment, as the enchanting smell

radiating from him left her feeling weak and powerless.