The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 220

Magnus' relentless pursuit was a constant source of pain for Callum, so Natalia really didn't want things to turn out the way she least wanted them to.

"I'm not letting you go, Natalia. I hope you understand that." Natalia struggled, and Magnus, holding her, managed to push her down to the backseat of the car.

Then, looking down at her, he smirked. "If you keep struggling, I can't guarantee that I'll be able to control myself. I might do something you'll regret."

He had been yearning for her for five years and searching for her for the same length of time. His desire for her had penetrated deep into his bones. If Natalia continued to resist, he really wouldn't be able to control himself, just like he had said.

"You..." Magnus' words were obviously a threat.

Natalia was angry, but she held her tongue at the last moment. She had been with Magnus before, and he was always a man of his word. Therefore, she wouldn't be foolish enough to question him. She knew him well.

She turned her head away from him. She wanted to see what he was going to do. After all, this was England, not Melfort.

"That's a good girl," Magnus said when he saw Natalia stop struggling. He gave a satisfied smile.

"Drive!"

"Yes, sir!"

Soon, Magnus' driver brought them to a luxurious villa in the city. This villa was just as luxurious as the one Magnus had in Melfort.

When the car stopped, Natalia wanted to get out on her own, but Magnus didn't let her. He picked her up and carried her into the villa.

"…What are you trying to do?" Did he buy this villa? Was this his home?

Magnus ignored the guards who were snickering at their intimacy and carried her into the villa. He swiftly ascended the stairs and entered a large room.

"What are you trying to do, Magnus? Let go of me!" Magnus was now in much better shape than when she had last seen him. He was no longer emaciated and listless.

Natalia put on a serious face and spoke to him. She believed that he wouldn't force her to do anything.

Seeing her serious expression, Magnus couldn't help but laugh. He gently set her down on the floor of the room. Then, holding her hand, he said earnestly. "Natalia, I brought you here today because I wanted to clear everything up with you."

He led her to the bed and looked at her radiant face. His heart started to race.

His wife was alive, thank God.

He touched her face, and Natalia stared at him. Her eyes were filled with caution. "What do you want to say? Say it and let me go." She didn't think he had anything to say to her, other than to ask for her forgiveness for the past five years, which she would not give.