The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 282

Lexi gazed at Callum's stern face, a sense of trepidation crept into her heart. Was he warning her?

Upon returning to the castle, Callum scooped Lexi into his arms and headed straight upstairs. Rita, their housekeeper, rushed over. "Thank heavens, Ms. Lexi is safe and sound!"

Callum instructed Rita, "Prepare a warm bath. We need to clean her up."

"I can...I can do it myself..." Lexi's protest was cut short by Callum's fierce gaze.

Rita quickly filled the tub and discreetly exited the room.

As the bathroom warmed, Callum gently undressed Lexi, removing her muddy clothes.

"Callum, I-I can do it myself," Lexi stuttered, hoping to dissuade Callum from bathing her.

Callum shot her a look. "Quiet! If you have enough energy to bathe yourself, then you're not scared enough!"

Lexi shrunk back, afraid he would punish her. She lowered her head, not daring to speak further.

Callum undressed Lexi with the utmost care, treating her as if she were the most precious porcelain that couldn't bear a scratch.

Lexi felt her clothes being removed, and the cool air caused her to tremble slightly. But that was nothing compared to the heat on her face. She wished she could disappear into the floorboards.

“I…I can do it..." Before she could finish her sentence, Callum had lifted her into his arms and gently placed her in the tub.

Lexi stopped resisting. She stared at Callum's handsome face and quietly closed her eyes. If he wanted to bathe her, she’d let him. After all, he had seen and touched her body before.

After the bath, Callum wrapped Lexi in a towel and placed her on the bed.

"Sleep now. Everything is okay," Callum said softly.

Tears welled up in Lexi's eyes. No matter how she tried to escape, she always ended up in Callum's hands. He had saved her life once again.

She closed her eyes...

Melfort.

Natalia was incredibly busy, a perfect representation of the phrase “burning the candle at both ends.”

It was all because of Magnus, that domineering maniac. Ever since he discovered that she had won a design competition in England, he had treated her as his personal designer. He wanted her to design a new logo for his company, claiming it was their “love logo.” She was fed up with him!

What made her most furious was that he insisted she design the logo in his office, claiming it would help her better understand the company's ethos.

Wasn't he just trying to keep her by his side all the time? The man was incredibly clingy.

"What a load of crap," Natalia thought to herself, itching to punch Magnus, who was constantly touching her.

The door to the office opened, and Belle, dressed in a professional suit, walked in. She handed Magnus a stack of documents. "These are the documents you need to sign today, sir," she said.

"Put them on the table. I'll look at them later," Magnus replied, hoping to get rid of Belle as soon as possible.

"Sir, these documents are for projects that need to be implemented today. I need your decisions as soon as possible," Belle pressed.

Magnus was impressed by Belle's professional demeanor. He nodded and said, "Alright, wait a moment. I'll review them now."

He reached for his teacup, hoping to quench his thirst after the tiring interaction with Natalia. However, his cup was as empty as a ghost town. With a sigh, he put it down, picking up the stack of paperwork on his desk instead.

Immediately, Belle sprang into action. "Mr. Magnus," she said, her voice chiming like a bell. "Shall I brew you some coffee?"

"Sounds good,"

Belle placed the files on Magnus' desk. Her heels clicked against the floor as she made her way to the coffee maker.

Magnus began to skim through proposals and execution plans with the speed of a seasoned professional. He was just about to sign one of the documents when Belle walked in, a scoffeeming cup of coffee in her hands. "Mr. Magnus, your coffee," she announced.

"Thank you," Magnus said, his voice as smooth as the coffee he lifted to his lips for a sip.

"Are these plans feasible?" Belle asked, standing by Magnus' side, awaiting his judgment.