The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 343

William was a man of his word. Once he'd promised to keep her identity a secret, he would never utter

a syllable about it in front of Magnus.

Was she overthinking things? It was likely that William just wanted her to attend the evening soiree, but

she had never taken much interest in these gatherings.

Natalia decided to stop worrying about it. All she hoped for was for Magnus' trip to Rome to end as

soon as possible. Only when he was far away would she feel at ease.

Natalia felt a sudden wave of irritation. She slumped back into her deck chair, covering her face with

her hand in exhaustion. Even though she knew it was best for Magnus to leave sooner, why did a part

of her selfishly wish for him to stay?

Natalia drifted off into a deep sleep, her mind a whirl of thoughts.

As the night descended, Hector silently made his way over. He saw Natalia curled up asleep on the

chair and was about to pick her up, but didn’t want to wake her, so he stopped himself.

After a moment's consideration, Hector headed inside the house and returned with another deck chair

and two light blankets.

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The air was still warm, so sleeping outside wouldn’t be a problem. Hector gently covered Natalia with

the blanket, placed his chair next to hers, and lay down.

He watched Natalia, who was peacefully asleep inches away from him, and a wave of pure

contentment washed over him.

Meanwhile, Diana cheerfully accompanied Magnus back to their hotel. She was about to follow him

inside when James stopped her at the entrance.

James leaned casually against the door, hand in his pocket, and drawled, “Miss Diana, it's late. We

wouldn't want to tarnish your reputation by having you stay and chat. Goodnight.”

Watching Magnus disappear into the hotel, Diana could barely conceal her disappointment. She

reluctantly left, trying not to show her annoyance.

As Diana walked away, James flashed a triumphant grin and made a victory sign. Thank heavens they

were finally free of the overly enthusiastic woman.

Before Diana had gotten far, William stopped her. He stood in front of Diana and stated his thoughts

plainly, “Diana, you can't go to Melfort with Mr. Andersen.”

“Why not?” Diana glared at her brother, blaming him for repeatedly thwarting her chances with Magnus.

“Why not?” William echoed, his voice incredulous. “Are you out of your mind? Do you understand what

Mr. Andersen is interested in? He’s always talking about those design drafts – it’s clear that they’re his

priority! And those drafts aren't your work. If it's revealed, the consequences will be disastrous!”

Diana rolled her eyes dismissively. “Are you overthinking things? Mr. Andersen is an upright man. He

wouldn't stoop as low as you’re suggesting.”

Facing Diana’s defiant attitude, William felt a surge of frustration. “What do you know? A successful,

handsome man like him can't possibly be genuinely interested in you! Don't delude yourself – I'm a

man, and I haven't seen a hint of affection for you in his eyes!”

Feeling hurt and angry, Diana balled her fists and argued back vehemently, “How can you say that

about me? Is there something wrong with me? It sounds like you’re saying that I'm not good enough for

Mr. Andersen! Who puts down their own sister while praising others?”

“I’m just stating the facts. Diana, you need to see yourself clearly to understand your place in other

people's hearts, instead of overestimating yourself.” William retorted, wishing he could knock some

sense into her.

But his words only made Diana more rebellious instead of making her realize her mistake. She stormed

past William. “You're underestimating me! I'm not as shameful as you think! Just wait and see – I’ll

marry Mr. Andersen in a white wedding dress! Then you'll realize how ridiculous your words were

today!”

“I don't care! You're not leaving Rome. I've taken your passport. You're not going anywhere!”

“William! You're being unreasonable! You've gone mad!” With a huff, Diana stormed off, her high heels

clicking loudly on the pavement.

William could only manage a wry smile. His impulsive, headstrong sister would only learn her lesson

after some hard knocks. Sighing dejectedly, he shook his head and walked away.

The moment he was out of sight, Diana quickly emerged from her hiding spot and headed straight for

Magnus' room.

Inside the room, Magnus was freshening up, and James was changing into his pajamas. Hearing a

knock, James casually tossed his pajamas onto the bed, baring his upper body as he opened the door.

Seeing Diana again, James was taken aback. He instinctively covered his exposed torso and stepped

back. “You, you’re back again?”

Diana glanced at James and burst into laughter. “What are you covering up? Your skinny body isn’t

anything special to look at.”

James instantly saw red. As a full-blooded man, how could he be spoken to with such contempt and

scorn from a woman?

In an attempt to regain his dignity, James struck a classic pose of strength, flexing his bulging biceps

and boasting, “Ever seen a physique as ripped as this?”

The mockery on Diana’s face intensified. “That’s it? My boobs are higher than those.”

With that, Diana deliberately puffed out her ample chest, shooting James an even more disdainful look.

James nearly choked on his outrage. Good heavens, how did they end up with such a crazy woman?