The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 227

Callum thought to himself, "Of all the people he could bother, why did that scum Magnus have to mess

with his Buttercup?"

If Magnus didn't back off, Callum would be sure to give him a taste of his own medicine. He was no

pushover, despite what Magnus might have thought!

Were it not for the consideration of Natalia’s feelings, Callum would have landed more than just one

punch on Magnus!

The sounds of rage and destruction reached Natalia’s ears, but she said nothing. She just leaned

tiredly against Callum’s chest, closing her eyes. She felt exhausted, and her heart was empty. She felt

like a lone boat adrift on the ocean, with no anchor or direction.

Perhaps, she thought, if she got engaged to Callum, Magnus would finally leave her alone.

Callum noticed Natalia slowly lose her strength, so he scooped her up and made his way towards the

exit of Orange Horizon.

Outside the building, a crowd of reporters armed with cameras and microphones had gathered. Clearly,

they were here for the juicy gossip. They had received a tip-off earlier in the day about Rowell's lost- Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

and-found daughter, Natalia.

As soon as they saw her being carried out by Callum, they became excited. Everyone knew that

Callum was the Duke favored by the Queen, and the fact that he was holding the Count of Rowell's

daughter so intimately indicated that their relationship was not ordinary.

This was sure to be big news!

As Callum carried Natalia through the revolving glass doors, the reporters swarmed around them,

sticking their cameras and microphones in their faces.

"Duke Callum, is that the Count of Rowell's daughter in your arms?"

"Duke Callum, are you two a couple?"

"Is it true that the girl Count Rowell spent so much effort finding is named Natalia?"

"Miss Natalia, could you share your feelings about Duke Callum?"

"Miss Natalia, we heard you work at Orange Horizon and recently won the Global Designer Award. Is

that true?"

The reporters asked questions all at once, creating a chaotic scene reminiscent of a bustling

marketplace.

Natalia, already feeling down, was further irritated by this unexpected media frenzy. She wanted to

shout and tell everyone she didn’t like the attention!

But she knew that if she did that, it would only bring more attention to her.

Sensing Natalia’s discomfort, Callum shielded her face with his hand to protect her from the blinding

camera flashes. He whispered to her, “Don’t worry, Buttercup. It’s just some annoying reporters. We’ll

get out of here soon.”

With that, Callum tried to make his way through the crowd, but the persistent reporters followed them

wherever they went.

Finally, Callum stopped and turned to face the reporters, his gaze cold. “I don’t care who you are or

which newspaper you work for. I’m just warning you not to cross my line. The consequences of

angering me are not something you can bear.”

At Callum’s words, the reporters fell silent. They looked at each other, unsure of whether to leave or

not.

These reporters were no fools. They knew when to retreat. They quickly dispersed, watching as Callum

walked away with Natalia in his arms.

Once they were away from the crowd, Natalia finally relaxed. She snuggled into Callum’s arms and

whispered, “Cal, put me down. I can walk on my own.”

Callum shook his head, and his voice was softening. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t want those vultures to

get a better look at you.”

His girl was too beautiful to be ogled by just anyone!

Natalia blushed at Callum’s words, remembering how Magnus had nearly ripped her clothes earlier. If it

weren’t for Callum, she would have been utterly humiliated. “Thank you, Cal,” Natalia said sincerely.

As she spoke, Callum started the car and shook his head. “Sweetheart, you know what I want isn’t your

thanks.”

Natalia knew what Callum meant. She hesitated but didn't respond. The only way to cut ties with

Magnus was to get engaged to Callum.

She could lie to anyone, but she couldn’t lie to herself. She didn't love Callum. She owed him, for he

saved her life, and she had promised to marry him.

He had waited for her for twenty years. Could she really not marry him for that? That was the reason

why she didn’t want to have anything to do with Magnus anymore.

"Cal, I…” Natalia started, biting her lip. She was trying to find the right words to comfort Callum.

Callum, who was driving, kept glancing at Natalia through the rear-view mirror. He was worried that she

might say something to reject him. He quickly said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. I know you’re confused right

now. But if you don’t make a decision soon, Magnus won’t stop bothering you.”

Natalia fell silent, considering Callum’s words.

After saying these words, Callum couldn't help but despise himself. Had he really stooped so low to

take advantage of Natalie's vulnerable state, to pressure her into making a decision?

Indeed, Natalie, after hearing Callum's words and remembering Magnus' raging and obsessive

demeanor, felt a light tremor in her heart and reluctantly said, "Cal, I...I'm not worth the sacrifices you're

making for me."

"Don’t be silly, Buttercup. It’s not like what you think. As long as it's you, and just because it's you,

everything is worth it," Callum said with deep affection, his voice sounding irresistibly charming.

"But, Cal, I'm not sure about my feelings..."

Natalie lowered her head with some guilt. How could she not know how good Callum had been to her?