When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 533

**HereSelf 533**
**Chapter 533: The Wedding Invitation**

As Baron peered inside, he caught sight of the security guard, whose expression was anything but welcoming. The man’s face bore a stern look, and there was an undeniable air of intimidation surrounding him.

Natalie, maintaining her composure, introduced Baron with a calmness that belied the tension in the air. “This is my husband.”

The security guard blinked in surprise, momentarily at a loss for words. “Ah?” His mind raced with confusion. Ms. Natalie’s husband? Then who was Mr. Jensen, the man who resided within the walls of the Grand Pavilion?

Yet, Baron felt a surge of joy at the way Natalie had introduced him. It was a small victory, one that made him feel proud.

“Indeed,” he affirmed, his voice firm. “The Grand Pavilion is my wife’s property. In the future, ensure that only trustworthy individuals enter. Especially anyone with the surname Lu—do you understand?” His tone left no room for misinterpretation.

The guard’s expression shifted as comprehension dawned upon him. “Oh, yes, sir. I had no idea Ms. Natalie was married; that’s quite significant news. I apologize for my oversight.”

“It’s alright,” Baron replied, his demeanor softening slightly. “You’re welcome to join us for our wedding; I’ll make sure you receive an invitation.”

Natalie couldn’t help but roll her eyes internally at Baron’s exuberance. While she recognized the importance of establishing their bond, did it really require such meticulousness, even with a security guard? After all, she was contemplating selling this property soon, so the guard’s opinions didn’t seem particularly relevant.

But seeing Baron’s delight, she chose to keep her thoughts to herself. Maybe it was best to let him bask in his happiness.

The security guard, noticing Natalie’s silence, beamed with excitement. “Thank you, Ms. Natalie’s husband!”

Baron’s smile widened at the title, a warmth spreading across his face that he couldn’t contain.

“Let’s get going,” Natalie finally interjected, needing to steer the conversation back to their plans.

Baron obliged, starting the car and maneuvering through the entrance. “That guard is quite decent. We should definitely send him an invitation when we tie the knot.”

“We’re already married,” Natalie replied, a playful smile gracing her lips as she shook her head.

Baron quickly countered, “That was merely a registration, not a real wedding. Once we sort out everything here, I promise you a grand celebration, one that will announce to the world that you are my wife.”

Natalie felt a flutter in her chest at his words. A wedding. It was a dream that many young women held close to their hearts. Yet, the person she had once envisioned sharing that day with had been Jensen, and the memory of that dream had ended in heartbreak, leaving her hesitant to hope again.

Baron positioned Natalie safely behind him and explained in a hushed tone, “Someone broke into our villa. I acted in self-defense and may have injured them. You need to check the premises to ensure no one else is still here.”

The guard’s demeanor shifted, seriousness replacing any semblance of casualness. “What? A break-in? Everyone, search the area immediately! We cannot allow petty criminals to challenge our authority!”

The other guards quickly dispersed, focusing their efforts on the living room and surrounding areas.

While they were occupied, Baron turned to Natalie, asking for the location of the first aid kit. Once he located it, he gently seated her on the sofa, his hands moving with precision as he began to tend to her injury.

Natalie felt a wave of nervousness wash over her, her complexion paling slightly. “It’s nothing serious. We should go check on the others,” she insisted quietly.

“Stay still! The security guards are here, and you’ve paid property management fees. Let them handle this,” Baron replied firmly, his heart aching at the sight of her swollen forehead.

Damn it! If he ever discovered who had chased Natalie, causing her to run out and ultimately leading to this injury, he would make sure that person faced the consequences.

Baron’s touch was incredibly gentle, as if he were handling a delicate porcelain doll, careful not to cause her any more pain.