The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 444

Lying in the bed was the man Gabby had been instructed to tend to earlier that day. He lay there, his back to her, obviously not yet asleep.

Gabby paused at the foot of the bed, watching him, sensing his awareness of her presence and his stubborn refusal to turn around. An awkward expression crossed her face.

Taking a deep breath, Gabby bit her lip and courageously slid into the bed behind him. A slight chill brushed against her as she closed her eyes, waiting for him to turn and embrace her. But after a long, quiet wait, as the cold seeped into her bones, the anticipated embrace never came.

Gabby's lips curled into a sardonic smile as she turned to face the man's back. "Dummy, I miss you so much. Please, love me one more time. I promise I'll follow through with the mission."

The man in the bed did not move or show any warmth, resembling a lifeless corpse.

Gabby had expected indifference and was about to turn back around when suddenly he grabbed her hand, turned to face her, blindfolded her with a strip of cloth, and pinned her beneath him.

Blinded, Gabby's other senses heightened. She could feel the man's cold gaze sweep over her body, colder than ice.

Gabby shivered involuntarily, waiting for a tender touch that never came. Instead, his touch was devoid of any emotion, chilling her to the core. He was like a revenant from hell, his body eternally cold.

Gabby needed him desperately. She wanted to use her fiery heart to warm his icy form, even if it meant descending to hell with him.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that he coldly ceased and turned his back on Gabby once more, closing his eyes to sleep.

Several times, Gabby passed out from the pain. When she awoke groggily in the late night, her keen sense told her the man beside her had, as usual, turned away.

Gabby's lips twisted into a bitter smile. She felt so wretched and cheap, like a streetwalker knocked down for a few bucks. She wished she could leave this cold man behind, but she couldn't betray her own heart.

Sighing silently, Gabby reached out and wrapped her arms around the man's waist, clinging to his back. Though he was still devoid of warmth, it was only when she was close to him that she could truly feel his presence.

The next day.

Gabby, worn out from the night's ordeal, slept until noon before waking. She reached out beside her to find nothing but empty space.

He had left a long time ago...

Gabby sighed softly, removed the blindfold from her eyes, and looked toward the empty space beside her once more. It was the same as before; he had already left without a trace, as if she had been haunted by a ghost the previous night. His reason for blindfolding her was still unknown.