The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 14

Natalia suddenly looked up, noticing the sudden change in Magnus’ demeanor. She quickly walked

over to him.

"No, I just haven't helped you put on clothes before. I'm not sure how to do it. I... I've never looked

down on you for being handicapped. No, that's not it. Even though your legs aren't functioning well, I

believe that one day you'll definitely be able to stand up again."

Natalia nervously looked at Magnus’ face, afraid he would lose his temper again. She walked over and

gently helped him out of his bathrobe, quickly dressing him in a shirt. Her heart was pounding. She

didn't dare to meet his eyes.

The man stared at her as she clumsily helped him get dressed. He didn't move and was simply

watching her.

Once his shirt was on, she needed to remove his bathrobe to help him into his shorts. Natalia realized

he was wearing nothing underneath. Oh, God, what was she supposed to do! Who was going to come

to her rescue?

He couldn't possibly expect her to help him put on his underwear. As she pulled down his bathrobe, her

hand accidentally brushed against something it shouldn't have. Boom! Her mind felt like it was about to

explode. She quickly withdrew her hand.

But then she noticed something move beneath the bathrobe.

Magnus looked up at her. "Where did you touch?" His voice was a low growl.

"I... I'm sorry, Mr. Magnus, why don't you dress yourself? I'll go prepare breakfast!" Saying this, she

quickly ran out of the room, as if a wild animal was chasing her.

Magnus frowned, watching her run out and close the door behind her. He stood up, removed his

bathrobe, got dressed, and moved to the balcony with a smirk on his face.

By the time Natalia had finished preparing breakfast, Magnus had already come out of the elevator. He

wheeled himself to the dining table. His clothes were neat and clean, giving him an elegant and noble

appearance. Natalia looked at his formal attire. "Are you going out?"

Magnus nodded. "You're coming with me."

"Me?" Natalia was taken aback. Where was he taking her? If they were going to the Anderson family,

would she be recognized as a fraud?

"Who else? You've been on the island for a week now, and it's time we went to visit my grandfather. Eat

up and get ready."

After he finished speaking, Magnus began eating his breakfast. Natalia stared at him blankly. His

handsome face showed no warmth. It was chilling.

He was taking her to meet his grandfather. Although she had never met the old man, she had heard

about the Andersen family. His grandfather wielded enormous power as the founder of Andersen

Corporation. Everyone in the Andersen family feared him. Even though the corporation was now

managed by Lucius, who was merely a manager, the position of CEO was still undecided.

Morgan had said that he would only announce his successor on his deathbed. Therefore, Lucius had

been extremely cautious all these years. Even if he lost the woman he loved, he had to endure it in

front of Morgan.

"Mr. Magnus, I think I'll stay in the villa and read. I'll learn more massage techniques to help with your

rehabilitation. It will be beneficial for you to stand up sooner." She didn't want to meet the king of

Andersen Corporation.

Magnus looked at her. "Are you scared?"

"No, I'm not scared. I should visit your grandfather, but he must be very busy. I might be a burden to

him." She absolutely couldn't go. Perhaps Morgan knew her sister. If he found out she wasn't her sister,

would he kill her father?

Her heart pounded. Now was not the time to meet Morgan. She would try to delay it as long as

possible.

Seeing her reluctance to go out with him, Magnus' face darkened. She was probably afraid of meeting

Lucius. It would be very awkward. "Alright then, if you don't want to go, stay at home." Saying this,

Magnus wheeled himself out of the living room.

Linden had already prepared the car on the beach. Magnus slowly lifted himself up and was helped into

the back seat by Linden.

Natalia watched him leave before heading back to the dining room to have breakfast. She spent the

entire day in the villa reading. Except for meal times, she hardly left her room.

Luxury Hill was a residential area located in the southwestern corner of Melfort. Those who lived here

were either rich or influential.

A Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove into the quiet residential area. This was a large villa that spanned

about a thousand meters and consisted of four floors. A large lawn housed more than a dozen luxury

cars. The gold gate shone dazzlingly under the sun, with two lines of servants standing neatly at the

entrance.

As soon as the car stopped, a servant pushed out a wheelchair and respectfully walked over. "Mr.

Magnus, he has been waiting for you for some time."

Magnus lightly pushed himself up with his hands and, with Linden's help, sat in the wheelchair, rolling

towards the gate.

Morgan was seated at the top of the living room, with Anthony and Lillian by his side. Lastly, Lucius

was lazily leaning on the couch. His legs were spread apart, as he arrogantly watched the wheelchair

coming through the door.

"Come here, my son. Where's your wife? Why didn't she come with you?" Morgan beckoned Magnus

with a smile.

Linden pushed Magnus' wheelchair next to Morgan. Magnus looked up at the old man. "Grandfather,

Kendra is studying massage techniques for my legs on Sapphire Island, so she didn't come."

He turned to the three people beside him. "Dad, Mom, Lucius."

Anthony nodded. "You should have brought her to meet your grandfather. It's a sign of respect for the

elders."

Lillian glanced at Magnus. "Did you lock Kendra in the villa and not let her out?" Lillian had never liked

Magnus. She looked at her son sarcastically.

Lucius' hands tightened slightly, as he looked straight at Magnus. His resentful eyes looked as if he

wanted to kill Magnus.

"My dear mother, Kendra is now my wife. I adore her. Why would I lock her up? She said she was tired

and didn't want to go out, so I let her stay in the villa." Magnus' words were meant for his mother, but

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"Lucius, I can't thank you enough for giving me such a gem of a wife. She's been learning massage

techniques every day, saying she wants to get me up and about." Magnus chuckled softly, and his eyes

were brimming with adoration.

"Well, Magnus, you better keep that gem of a wife of yours happy and not scare her off within six

months!" Lucius eyed his cheerful demeanor and yearned to wipe the smirk off his face. He abruptly

stood up, intending to approach Magnus.

"Alright, let's start dinner since Kendra isn't here yet." Before Lucius could reach Magnus, a cold and

deep voice interrupted him.

Lucius clenched his fists, as a cruel glint showed in his eyes.

During the meal, Morgan had Linden serve Magnus, constantly conversing with him and treating the

other three as if they were invisible.

After dinner, Morgan turned to Magnus. "Son, I apologize for the lackluster wedding. We didn't give you

a proper ceremony. I plan to gather both our families on Thanksgiving, so we can properly

acknowledge Kendra's place in our family. I'm getting old and I'm counting on you and your brother to

take the reins."