The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 288

Rita, standing nearby, was beaming with excitement. She cheered for Callum, “Congratulations, Mr. Callum, we’re going to have a little duke in our castle soon; this is such fantastic news!”

Callum was over the moon. He had only been speculating before, but now Lexi’s pregnancy had become a reality, and he was thrilled beyond words.

“Rita, everyone gets triple their salary this month.” Callum, struggling to suppress his rising joy, ordered Rita to give everyone a raise.

“Yes, boss!” Rita left cheerfully to share the good news with everyone.

Soon, only Lexi and Callum were left in the room.

“Sweetie, you’re amazing, you must have the baby,” Callum said without any doubt, his heart filled with excitement. “Ha, finally, I’m going to have my own child. My son won’t be inferior to Magnus’ son!”

Lexi was still in shock from her unexpected pregnancy. She hesitantly touched her flat belly, finding it hard to believe that a tiny life was growing inside.

Hearing Callum’s words, Lexi’s heart sank. From the beginning, she was just a substitute for Natalia, even this unexpected child would be compared to Natalia’s son in the future.

Wasn’t this just sad? Lexi looked out the window with a desolate look in her eyes. This place was nothing more than a gilded cage that held her captive. When could she truly leave, and escape this beautiful prison?

*

Meanwhile, in Melfort, the relationship between Magnus and Natalia was growing stronger each day.

Magnus was out early and back late every day, while Natalia spent her time working on her design sketches. Her exceptional design talent had earned her accolades from all over the country. Invitations were flying into Andersen Corporation like snowflakes.

In his spare time, Magnus was eager to fulfill his promise to Jonas and get Natalia pregnant with their second child as soon as possible.

Sometimes, he would attend meetings and socialize to avoid Natalia’s constant complaints about him neglecting his duties as a CEO and pestering her all the time.

The new assistant was a girl with glasses, named something like Kitty or Poppy. She was timid and cautious but made particularly fragrant tea. Gradually, Magnus found himself liking the tea, feeling incomplete without a cup each day.

One day, as soon as he got to the office, he couldn’t wait to drink the tea that the assistant had brewed. But after drinking, he felt that something was off.

“What’s wrong with today’s tea? It’s tasteless.” Magnus frowned, looking at Molly, who had just delivered the tea.

Molly was startled; she didn’t expect Magnus’ taste buds to be so sharp. She had just run out of the tea bags Belle had given her a while ago and had used ordinary tea bags. Yet, Magnus had instantly noticed the difference.

“Mr. Andersen, I’ll go make you another cup,” Molly said timidly, quickly taking the tea cup and leaving.

Magnus nodded. “Be attentive, the previous tea was very fragrant and refreshing. Keep it up.”

“Molly, you gotta be careful of what you say. Who knows what kind of tea you gave to the boss? If something goes wrong, it’ll be blamed on me, and that’s terrifying!” Belle said, walking out of the pantry. “Don’t come to me with these nonsensical things anymore, I’m busy and don’t have time to chat with you.”

A cold sweat broke out on Molly’s back. Yes, she had used the tea Belle gave her without thinking. What if Belle had maliciously added something to the tea bags? Why else would she deny it now and totally disregard what happened before?

The more Molly thought about it, the more scared she became. She didn’t know what to do, so she quickly asked Paul for leave and left the company.

Back in the office, Magnus was becoming increasingly restless, as if a fire was burning in his chest, making him want to lash out. He paced restlessly around the office, desperately craving a pot of the tea Molly brewed. But even after waiting for a long time, there was still no sign of Molly.

This assistant was simply irresponsible. How could it have taken so long to brew a pot of tea?

After pacing back and forth in his office for what seemed like the tenth time, Magnus pressed the intercom button for his secretary’s desk. “Where’s Molly? Have her come to my office.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but Molly said she’s not feeling well. She just took a sick leave.”

“Fine, then have someone bring me a pot of tea. Make sure it’s the kind Molly always brews for me.” Magnus hung up the intercom, frustration evident in his tone. Molly was usually so reliable; she had promised to brew him a fresh pot of tea. Shouldn’t she have taken care of that before taking off?

Not long after, an office aide arrived with the requested tea. “Sir, here’s your tea.”