The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 472

Since his wife missed their child, he couldn’t bring up the topic of having more kids. Instead, he decided to simply take her to see Jonas.

Natalia clutched Magnus' hand, a hint of surprise in her voice. "Really? We can actually go see Jonas?"

Magnus nodded affirmatively. "My love, there's nothing we can't do if it makes you happy."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Natalia hugged Magnus tightly and whispered, "Magnus, you shouldn't be so good to me. I don't deserve all this kindness."

"My dear, you are the sole reason I breathe in this world. Loving you is not a deliberate act; it's pure instinct," Magnus said tenderly as he turned her around and kissed her passionately, just as the last rays of the sunset blushed behind the clouds and evening descended.

In the three-story beachfront mansion, enveloped by the twilight, a tender narrative of love unfolded.

The next day, Magnus had first-class plane tickets prepared bright and early. He opted against using a helicopter, wanting instead to savor the journey with Natalia.

The destination was home to one of the most formidable special forces bases in the world, known for its devilishly strict training. Many dignitaries sent their personal bodyguards here for training. As a young boy, Magnus himself was sent here by Morgan.

Upon arriving, Magnus and Natalia checked into the presidential suite of the five-star hotel owned by the Andersen family.

No sooner had they arrived at the hotel than Magnus hurriedly dialed his old friend Richard's number. Richard and Magnus had trained together at the base as kids and were very close. Currently, Richard was a special forces legend in the States, commanding respect from everyone.

After Magnus returned to take over the Andersen family business, Richard stayed behind at the base, working undercover and training recruits. Their bond had evolved into a profound camaraderie.

On his last visit, Magnus had entrusted Jonas to Richard, insisting he be tough on the boy, leaving no room for softness. Magnus trusted only Richard because only a brave eagle that dared to dive off cliffs deserved to soar through the blue skies.

Richard picked up quickly, his voice warm and jocular. "Hey, old pal Magnus, missing me already?"

Magnus couldn't help but roll his eyes. Richard, with his charm and humor, somehow passed the rigorous selection and became a special forces king, even staying on to train others.

Their former drill sergeant was known for his stone-cold demeanor, training them with an iron fist to pass the final tests.

"Richard, I'm here. I want to see my son, Jonas. Can you arrange it?" Magnus asked, softening his voice.

"Sure, if he gets through today's rock climbing session, you can see him anytime," Richard replied casually.

"Rock climbing?!" Magnus' voice spiked with surprise. "You don't mean the same kind we did?"