The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 213

At this point, Magnus was a far cry from his usual noble demeanor. He was battered, bruised, and

bloodied.

Blood blurred his vision, and his body ached. But no physical pain could match the agony in his heart.

His body was numb from the beating, as years of living under the influence of alcohol without exercise

had rendered him incapable of fighting off four burly men.

The four bodyguards knocked Magnus to the ground and started kicking him mercilessly. Natalia

watched the ordeal from the living room window.

Her face was streaked with tears, and with each kick Magnus received, she felt as if a needle was

stabbing her heart. She clung tightly to the curtains, and her nails were digging into her palms.

When she saw Magnus coughing up blood, she could no longer hold back. "Stop!" A frail figure stood

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Ever since Callum had stepped outside the mansion, Natalia's heart had been in her throat. She was

afraid that Callum and Magnus would fight, but she didn't want to see Magnus again.

Hearing his voice was torture enough. If she saw him in person, Natalia feared her heart would break

even more, but if she didn't intervene, Natalia knew that Magnus, with his stubborn nature, would never

back down.

This wasn't a suicide mission!

After much hesitation, Natalia decided to follow her heart. The moment she ran out, she could hear her

heart shattering!

She saw Magnus covered in wounds. His handsome face was pale as death.

"Stop! Just throw him out, if you keep hitting him, he'll die."Natalia, looking frail, stood in front of

Magnus, and successfully stopped the bodyguards' flurry of punches.

Though they looked tough and rugged, they knew that Miss Clarkson was their employer's precious

gem, and was to be handled with utmost care. If they accidentally hurt her, they might not live to see

another day.

Callum waved his hand, signaling his bodyguards to back off.

He glanced at Magnus sprawled on the ground and figured he had learned his lesson. He turned to

Natalia, his tone gentle. "Buttercup, don't bother with such a person. Come, let's go back."

Natalia straightened up and tried to move away from Magnus, but before she could take a step,

Magnus grabbed her foot. "Please…don’t leave…"

Natalia looked down at Magnus, who was in such a sorry state. Her heart was numb with pain again.

What could she do to save Magnus? She didn't even know how to save herself?!

The past was behind them. Natalia's heart was bleeding, and her eyes were filled with helplessness

when she looked at Magnus. "Let go. I am not your wife anymore, not since the moment I fell into the

sea!"

Her words struck Magnus like a bolt of lightning.

"No, you are my wife. You didn't die, so you'll always be my wife!" Magnus, reminding Natalia of the

incident five years ago, struggled to his feet.

He looked at Natalia with deep affection. "I know I wronged you five years ago, and you can punish me

anyway you want. Just come back with me. Regardless of how long you've been gone, you'll always be

my wife, and that will never change."

"Magnus, why don't you understand?" Natalia said in agony. "It's impossible for us. It's over. Please

leave. Don't come back here to cause more trouble. And please, don't disturb my life anymore."

With that, Natalia turned and walked away without looking back. Her steps were hurried, as if she were

fleeing from a ferocious beast.

"Magnus, this is England, not Melfort, where you can do as you please! If you continue to mess around,

I will not hold back!"

Magnus watched as Natalia walked away, knowing it was impossible to take her back today. He

exchanged a cold glance with Callum, then turned and walked away without a word. His steps were

unsteady. His expensive clothes were torn and tattered, making him look quite miserable.

But none of this compared to the pain in Magnus' heart. His wife had walked away without a second

glance, leaving him behind. What could he do to win back her heart?

He suddenly felt utterly drained.

*

Watching Magnus walk away, Callum headed back into the mansion. As he walked, he gave his

bodyguards an order, "If he dares to come again, beat him. He's not allowed inside the mansion!"

"Understood!" The bodyguards responded in unison, their spirits high.

Callum felt a bit better. He had given Magnus a good beating. Let's see how arrogant Magnus could be

now!

That damn guy was like a bad penny. He actually dared to show up at Callum’s mansion! Magnus’

appearance would certainly remind Natalia of their past, and that would surely upset her. The one thing

Callum couldn't bear was seeing Natalia upset.

He hurried back into the mansion, eager to comfort Natalia. When he entered, he saw Natalia sitting on

the sofa, looking lost. Her petite figure and gloomy expression made her look like a lifeless doll.

Callum picked up a wedding dress from the side and walked over to Natalia, asking softly, "Buttercup,

let's continue. Which of these dresses do you like best?"

Before Magnus' arrival, Callum and Natalia had been choosing a wedding dress. Now that jerk had

spoiled their good mood! He had to turn things around!

Natalia was sitting on the sofa, her mind blank. Hearing Callum's question, she looked up without

thinking. "What?"

Callum realized Natalia hadn't heard what he had said, so he sat down and repeated himself patiently,

"Which wedding dress do you prefer?"

"Ah? Oh." Natalia paused for a moment before replying indifferently, "You decide."

"Let's keep them all, and then switch everything out when we have our engagement party." Callum set

the wedding dress aside, casting a helpless sigh at Natalia's obvious distress. "He's still getting to you,

isn't he?"

"...No." Natalia lifted her head, pausing momentarily before shaking it. "Cal, it's just... I'm just feeling a

bit down. I pity the person I used to be. I can't even begin to imagine how I managed to get through

those times."

Natalia was so vulnerable, Callum's heart ached. He reached out to soothe the sorrow etched on her

face.

"Sir, Count Rowell wishes to see you."

Rita barged in, ruining the moment. Callum was just half an inch away from touching Natalia's

forehead.

Frustrated at being interrupted, Callum turned sharply. "This better be important."