The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 104

Glancing at the approaching man, Sabrina eyed him warily. "What do you want?"

Carter stood before her, his towering stature making her look like a child in comparison. He raised her chin, meeting her wide, innocent eyes.

A strange fluttering sensation passed through his heart, but it was gone as quickly as it came. "As a woman with a fiancé, coming home late at night with another man and reeking of booze, what do you think your fiancé would do? Hmm?"

"Or is it that my presence isn't enough for you, prompting you to have such an exciting nightlife?" He gripped her chin tightly, causing her to wince in pain.

Sabrina tried to free herself from his grasp, but he pulled her into his arms, lifting her off the ground.

Before she could react, he was carrying her up the stairs.

What was he doing?

Sabrina struggled, but his iron grip remained unyielding, his gaze as cold as ice.

He kicked open the bedroom door, then closed it behind him. Without a second thought, he tossed the struggling woman onto his king-sized bed.

Sabrina felt dizzy. The alcohol had taken its toll, and she felt like throwing up. This damned man! How dare he throw her onto the bed like that!

She hadn't provoked him. Why was he acting as if he'd been wronged?

"Miss Shaw, I understand that I've been neglecting you, driving you into the arms of other men. But tonight, I will fulfill my duties as your fiancé," he said, unbuttoning his shirt as he spoke.

Then he unbuckled his belt, his eyes filled with defiance, his lips curling into a smirk.

Sabrina quickly got to her feet and tried to leave, but he caught her by the arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Let go! Are you out of your mind? Why do you care if I'm lonely?" The man was driving her crazy late at night. She felt sick to her stomach and had a splitting headache. This bastard.

Carter coldly watched her. He pulled her into his arms and they both fell onto the bed.

He looked at the fierce woman in his arms, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.

He bent down to kiss her, but the stench of alcohol on her breath made him cringe. He picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

Carter placed her in the bathtub and turned on the shower. "Clean up. You reek of alcohol."

Her clothes were soaking wet, clinging to her petite figure.

Carter glanced at the drenched woman in the bathtub. He swallowed hard and turned away, leaving the bathroom.

He returned a short while later, holding a bathrobe. "Clean up," he ordered, before leaving again.

He left the bedroom with big strides and walked out to the balcony of the study. Shit! He looked down, noticing the bulge in his trousers.

Damn it! He hadn't been this embarrassed in years. Seeing that woman had aroused him.

The image of Sabrina's curvaceous body floated before his eyes. He closed his eyes and lit up a cigarette, immersing himself in the smoke.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Sabrina fumed. That pervert! What was it to him if she drank?

Who asked him to carry her? He was just trying to take advantage of her.