The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 27

The maid hurriedly lowered her head, "But Mr. Magnus is not in a wheelchair, and there is no wheelchair when he gets up later."

Linden knotted his brows, "Get back to your work."

Once the maid had left, Linden immediately pushed Magnus' wheelchair gently towards the room. When he saw the two on the bed, he was taken aback. He quickly set the wheelchair in place and retreated.

After a while, Natalia opened her eyes to see a handsome face in front of her. She was momentarily stunned, recalling the man's words from the night before, "We'll have to get used to sharing a room."

She felt a rush of heat to her ears and looked up at the man's sleeping face. Wasn't he always an early riser? Why was he still asleep? She studies his smooth skin, his handsome features and his eyes closed with long, thick lashes. God, he was even more attractive than most women.

His lips were thin, and some said men with thin lips were heartless. Was he heartless?

Recalling the times he had forcefully kissed her without her consent, she blushed, gently removed his hand, and attempted to slip away. The large hand on her waist tightened abruptly. "My dear, you've been staring at me for quite a while now. What are your thoughts?"

Startled, Natalia pushed against his chest to back away, "I wasn't staring. I just wanted to get up."

With a swift movement, the man pulled her back into his embrace, flipping over to pin her beneath him. Natalia let out a surprised yelp, "Magnus, what are you doing?" Why was he on top of her again? Weren't his legs supposed to be numb?

"Sneak a peek and then run away? What do you think I should do, darling? Maybe we should do something more... intimate?" His deep, dark gazes bore into hers.

Natalia tensed up, feeling something hot pressing against her lower abdomen. Boom! It felt like her brain had exploded. What was he planning? "I... I'm not your wife. Get off me. I'm not ready yet!" She blushed as red as an apple, pushing against the man atop her.

"Not my wife? Then who are you?" His eyes locked onto hers. Natalia froze, lifting her gaze to meet his. His handsome face was stern.

"What else do you need to prepare for? You're my wife. We haven't done what married couples do." He intentionally pressed his lower body against hers.

Natalia's heart pounded against her chest. She was still uncertain about what happened that night. Was this man really about to sleep with her? If the man from that night wasn't him, then how would she tell him she had been violated?

Summoning up her courage, she locked her eyes with his, "Magnus, even though I married you, sex between a man and a woman should be natural. If you force it when I'm not ready, I... I'll be traumatized!"

Magnus stared at the woman beneath him. Traumatized? Was she referring to the trauma from that night? He pushed off with his hands and sat up, hopping onto his wheelchair by the bed and sliding out of the bedroom.

Seeing the wheelchair disappear, Natalia quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. Her heart was racing. This man was constantly flirting with her. When she didn't reciprocate, he got angry. Hmph!

After getting dressed, Natalia went downstairs to see the man sitting elegantly on the sofa. There was another man there, probably in his forties, wearing a warm smile. Upon seeing her descend the stairs, he immediately stood up, "Good day, ma’am. I'm Linden, the Andersen family's loyal butler. Mr. Morgan has sent me to fetch you and Mr. Magnus back to the manor for his 80th birthday celebration."

Natalia nodded, then turned to look at Magnus, who hadn't spared her a glance, his attention on his tablet. Regardless, since the elders had sent someone to fetch them, she couldn't refuse. That would be seen as a lack of manners on the Clarkson family's part.

"When are we leaving?" She asked Magnus.

He didn't look up from his tablet, "You go ahead. We'll join you for dinner." He was addressing Linden.