The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 258

Magnus raised an eyebrow. "Well, he has a nanny, and you are so busy with your design sketches and chatting with me. Who has time for him?"

Natalia laughed at his comment and continued to sketch her design.

Magnus stood quietly behind her, watching the sunlight illuminate her hair. He longed to hold her close and kiss her enticing red lips. As he thought it, he did it. He moved her design sketch aside, and with his warm hand, he gently held her small, hand.

"Darling, stay with me. I'm feeling lonely." His dark eyes were as captivating as the ocean, looking at Natalia's small face.

Natalia rolled her eyes, utterly speechless. But before she could respond, Magnus had already lifted her into his arms and was heading towards the bedroom. "Hey, what are you doing?" She protested.

Magnus kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and then kicked it closed. "What do you think, sweetheart?"

He laid her down on the bed, his tall figure pressing down on her. "I want you. Feel this..." he said, pressing his arousal against her stomach.

Natalia's mind was a whirl of confusion. "But... it's daytime, and Jonas will be here any minute!"

"He's playing in the yard. Darling, I need you..." He leaned down and kissed her lips, assertively prying open her lips and exploring her mouth.

Not giving her any chance to resist, he began to undress her. His masculine scent and the stimulating aroma of his hormones filled her nostrils.

Natalia tried to resist, but her hands were captured, and his kisses traveled down to her neck and ears. His kisses were aggressive, yet tender, not sparing any part of her.

When Natalia had become a soft puddle of pleasure, and her consciousness started to blur, Magnus claimed her.

In the bedroom, bathed in the sunset, their lovemaking was passionate. It wasn't until Jonas knocked on the door that Magnus finally took a satisfied Natalia to the bathroom.

After cleaning up, he tucked a sleeping Natalia into bed before opening the door. At the door, Jonas was wide-eyed. "Where's Mommy? What were you guys doing?"

Magnus stood in the doorway. "Mommy's sleeping, be a good boy."

He bent down to pick up Jonas. "Jonas, I have a question for you. Would you like a little brother or sister?"

Little Jonas immediately nodded. "Yes!"

"Okay, don't disturb mommy then. She'll give you a little brother or sister to play with."

"Really?"

"Absolutely!"

Father and son met eyes and erupted into laughter.

Life was sweet, and the days passed quickly. The family of three lived happily in France. It felt as if there weren't enough hours in the day.

"Honey, if you don't like it, we won't go. Anywhere with you is paradise." Magnus was afraid of pushing Natalia away.

"No, it's fine. I've been trying to contact Lexi, but she's not answering her phone or replying to my messages. She seems to have disappeared. I'm a bit worried. We should go to her house and check on her when we get back," Natalia said, frowning.

It was unclear what had happened to Lexi. Since she had left a note, there had been no news from her. Since they were going back, it was a good opportunity to visit her house.

When Natalia agreed to return to Melfort with Magnus, he was overjoyed. He sat up on the grass, not caring about Jonas, and leaned down to kiss Natalia's lips. "Honey, do you know how much I love you?"

Natalia, who had been constantly pursued by Magnus these past few days, had not developed the thick skin that Magnus had. She pushed him away, not allowing him to be affectionate in front of Jonas. "Jonas is here."

"He's asleep." Before Magnus could finish his sentence, he leaned down to kiss her.

In the perfect sunset, the family of three lay on the lush green lawn, embodying the sweetest form of happiness.

Back in the ancient mansion of England, Lexi, who Natalia assumed had returned to Melfort, was listlessly tossing a stuffed doll around, completely lost, and desolate.

She couldn't remember how long she'd been locked up here. In the beginning, she wanted to break everything in the room. No matter how much havoc she wreaked, the diligent servants would promptly replace every single piece of decor the next day, restoring the room to its original state.

In this manner, she relentlessly destroyed, and the maids tirelessly cleaned up. Eventually, Lexi ran out of steam to keep up with this destructive routine.

She realized that no matter how much damage she inflicted, it didn't seem to faze anyone. The only one who ended up worn out was herself. Her hunger strike plan was also shelved prematurely, as the maid named Rita would serve her a variety of enticing dishes in different styles every day. Faced with a table full of delicious meals exuding irresistible aromas, Lexi finally caved into temptation.