Natalia closed her eyes. Hadn't Morgan claimed to adore Mr. Magnus? Yet here she was, being shipped off to Sapphire Island.
No wedding and no ceremony. But then again, she was merely a stand-in. A ceremony would be meaningless anyway.
Was she going to take care of Mr. Magnus? As if he lacked caretakers.
She opened her eyes and glanced at the man in the suit next to her. "Where are we going?"
The suited man replied respectfully, "Ma'am, we're headed to Sapphire Island. Mr. Magnus requested to skip the wedding and honeymoon, so you'll be moving directly onto the Island."
Natalia merely nodded. It wasn't her wedding to begin with. Why would she be bothered about the ceremony?
After about an hour, the car finally came to a halt. Natalia opened her eyes to see an endless beach, an island, and a three-story mansion surrounded by the sea on three sides, with a forest in the back. The only access was a single road leading to the mansion.
The suited chauffeur opened the door for her, and Natalia stepped out, inhaling the fresh, salty air. She looked up to see a lush garden, plants bursting with vibrant colors. She stared blankly at the endless blue sea, the waves lapping at the sand.
Her mind suddenly went blank. She was going to live here, in this strange place, for six months!
As she looked up, she saw a line of servants standing at the entrance of the mansion. Five men and five women, standing respectfully, all greeting in unison, "Welcome, Ma'am! We wish you and Mr. Magnus a happy marriage and a lifetime of happiness!"
This display startled Natalia. It felt like a welcoming fit for a king.
She walked in, the living room was luxuriously decorated with neat furniture. On the wall opposite the living room was a huge 'Congratulations' banner!
A servant approached her, "Ma'am, dinner is ready."
She was about to move when the elevator nearby opened. A middle-aged man pushing a wheelchair emerged.
The man immediately put on a smile, "Ma'am, you must be tired. I am Linden, the butler."
Natalia nodded politely. Then she turned her gaze to the man on the wheelchair. He had a stunning face with a hint of aloofness, his dark eyes as cold as ice. This was Mr. Magnus, the man she'd heard so much about. He was indeed confined to a wheelchair.
Natalia stared at him, thinking how unfair it was that such a handsome man was forced to use a wheelchair.
The man glanced at her, the petite girl in a pink dress with deep blue eyes as pure and beautiful as the sky. He smirked and turned away after three seconds, pushing his wheelchair towards the dining table.
He began to eat at his own pace, ignoring Natalia as if she didn't exist!
Natalia opened her mouth to say something but ultimately followed him to the dining table. She watched as he gracefully scooped soup into his bowl and began to eat.
Natalia watched him quietly, not eating. She didn't know what to do.
Soon, the man noticed that she wasn't eating. He frowned slightly but didn't look up at her. "What, the food doesn't suit your taste?"
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