The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 235

Natalia shook her head, indifferent to the fate of Kendra and Isabella. Magnus had thought he was

avenging her, but even now, he still failed to realize that he was the one who had hurt her the most.

"Let's not argue in front of the child," Natalia gently suggested. "Magnus, could you leave us alone for a

bit? I'd like some alone time with Jonas."

Jonas had been quietly sitting in Natalia's lap. He had seen countless pictures and videos of his

mother, but nothing compared to the warm, real touch of her now. She was soft, and she smelled lovely

- it was a scent that was uniquely Mom.

Jonas didn't pay much attention to what Natalia and Magnus were discussing. He was too engrossed in

the comforting scent of his mother.

Magnus rose to his feet, as the conversation wasn't going well. "Alright, I'll go check on dinner," he

said, before gently exiting the room and considerately closing the door behind him.

Once the lock clicked into place, Natalia felt a sense of relief. For some reason, she always felt

insecure whenever Magnus was around. Perhaps it was because of the prison-like years she had

spent with him five years ago, the memory of which was permanent.

Subconsciously, Magnus always repelled her. Only when he was gone did she stop feeling so tense.

Natalia picked up Jonas, not finding the five-year-old too heavy. These past years, she had thought her

beloved child was no longer in this world. Seeing him now felt like a dream. Five years was neither long

nor short, but what she had lost were the precious moments of watching Jonas grow up.

Natalia was overjoyed. She picked up a stuffed animal from the bed and played with Jonas. "Do you

like this, sweetheart? Mommy got it for you."

"Thank you, Mommy," Jonas responded softly, leaving a sweet kiss on Natalia's cheek that instantly

melted her heart.

Natalia didn't notice that Jonas, who was five years old, didn't have much interest in the stuffed toy. He

just didn't want to upset his mother. He liked his mommy.

Time always flew when mother and son were together. Before they knew it, it was already dark outside.

Instead of sending a servant to call Natalia and Jonas for dinner, Magnus knocked on the door himself.

"My lovely wife and son, dinner's ready!" He called out.

He was no longer the cold, mysterious CEO of Andersen Corporation. He had become childlike, foolish

even. All because he had found his treasures.There was unabashed anticipation in his voice.

Regardless of how Natalia rejected him, she was now living in the closest place to him. Wasn’t that

enough?

Inside the room, Natalia frowned in annoyance, which was immediately caught by the perceptive

Jonas. "Mommy, Daddy is calling us for dinner. Don't you like Daddy?"

"Ah? No, let's go. Let's have dinner." Natalia didn't want to pass on her negative emotions to Jonas.

This was between her and Magnus. She couldn't let it affect their child.

Holding Jonas' hand, Natalia walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw Magnus leaning against

the wall with one hand in his pocket.

Seeing them come out, Magnus even cheerfully whistled. "It was tough waiting for you to come out."

"Let's go." Natalia didn't want to say more. She led Jonas straight downstairs.

Jonas winked at his father. Magnus shrugged nonchalantly and followed them down.

The dinner table was laden with rich dishes. The delicious scent was too tempting for Natalia to resist.

"Alright, let's eat." Natalia gently said, when she notice Magnus and Jonas wait for her to speak. She

picked up a fork and helped Jonas with his food.

"Thank you, Mommy. But Daddy said I shouldn't rely too much on adults and should eat by myself."

Jonas said seriously, feeling a little proud of himself for telling on Magnus. This was how it was on TV,

wasn't it?

Natalia ruffled Jonas' hair and laughed softly. "Your Daddy's right. But what if Mommy wants to help

you? What should we do then?"

"Ah," Jonas sighed dramatically. "Since you like it, then go ahead. You're my favorite, Mommy."

Natalia laughed at his serious expression and looked at Jonas lovingly.

"Thank you, Magnus. You've raised him well," Natalia said, looking at Magnus.

Magnus was somewhat taken aback. He quickly helped Natalia with her food, his face full of eager

smiles. "Nat, it's my duty. Jonas is a good boy."

Natalia hesitated, not eating the food Magnus had served her. She thought for a moment and pushed

the food Magnus had served her to the side, not touching it.

"Why aren't you eating? Isn't this your favorite dish?" Magnus asked, puzzled. Had her tastes changed

over the past five years?

"No," Natalia responded indifferently.

Magnus quickly figured out Natalia's feelings and, mischievously, filled her plate with food. Natalia

sighed helplessly. She hadn't expected Magnus to be so childish.

"Natalia, get used to it. This is our home. From now on, Jonas is all yours," Magnus said, looking at

Natalia hopefully.

Natalia was ready to shake her head. But then she saw Jonas looking at her expectantly. The words

she was about to say got stuck in her throat.

"Mommy, can you stay here? Can you live with us? Please, Mommy?" Jonas' eyes were filled with

pleading.

Observing Jonas in such a state, Natalia found it impossible to express any form of rejection. She

hesitated for a moment before stuttering, "Well, I mean, it's not entirely out of the question. It's just

that... I have some business to take care of in London."

"Really?" Jonas sprang up from his chair, joy radiating from his face. "You have to go to work, not

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Natalia's eyes flickered, finding it hard to meet Jonas' innocent gaze. She felt her heart bleed, and her

resentment towards Morgan for tearing their family apart intensified. Instead of embracing the joy of

familial bonds, she found herself living each day in a trance, like a body without a soul.

Now that she was finally reunited with her son, nothing could be more important than him.

Magnus, standing nearby, was overjoyed. He knew, with the trump card that their son played, he was

fully confident of winning his wife back into his arms.