The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 236

Though the glimmer of triumph was already on the horizon, the battle wasn't won just yet, and Magnus

knew he needed to keep pushing. In his heart, he made a vow. As long as Natalia wasn't dead set

against him, he was determined to thaw her icy heart.

And so, they had their dinner in a somewhat peaceful atmosphere.

Natalia led Jonas upstairs, with Magnus trailing behind, only to be shut out at the door. If Magnus’

reflexes weren’t sharp, the slamming door would have smacked his nose.

Well, it seemed that he was miles away from winning Natalia’s heart. Magnus shrugged helplessly and

obediently retreated to his own room. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Natalia, who had closed the door, had no idea that Magnus had followed her. She had no intention

whatsoever of sharing a room with him. Magnus was simply too desperate, and she was always at risk

of being taken advantage of when she was with him. So, the further she was from him, the better.

"Mummy, can I sleep with you tonight?" Jonas, already in his pajamas, was bouncing excitedly on the

bed.

Natalia tidied up the pillows Jonas had scattered around, then sat down and nodded. "Yes, Jonas,

you're a big boy now. You can protect Mummy."

Jonas' face lit up even more. He stopped bouncing and patted his chest with his chubby little hands,

"Of course, Dad said I'm a super strong man."

He then nestled up to Natalia and pleaded, "Mummy, can you, can you tell me a bedtime story?" He

had grown tired of hearing the same old stories from the housemaids.

Natalia couldn't refuse Jonas' request and quickly agreed, "Of course, what do you want to hear?"

After thinking for a moment, Jonas replied, "Fairy tales are boring. I want to hear Mummy's stories."

Natalia's eyes moistened. This little guy was finding ways to bond with her. She ruffled his soft hair.

“Alright, I’ll tell you stories about when I was little. When I was your age..."

She began recounting tales from her childhood. Jonas listened attentively, but gradually, his eyelids

started to droop. He rubbed his eyes a few times, but it was clear that sleep was creeping in.

Natalia lowered her voice and gently patted Jonas' back. She watched as he slowly closed his eyes,

and his breathing became steady. After putting Jonas to sleep and seeing his sweet, sleeping face,

Natalia found herself restless.

In the dim moonlight, she listened to the sound of the waves crashing outside the window. Her thoughts

were as tumultuous as the sea, refusing to calm down.

She wondered how Cal had dealt with the awkward situation after she left. She was aware of Cal's

feelings for her, but she had chosen to leave with Magnus. She knew Cal must have been heartbroken.

But the situation was dire. If she hadn't left with Magnus, he might have blown up the castle.

She had been under Cal's care for so long. She couldn't bear to see him get into trouble, especially not

with Magnus, who was known to bear grudges. Before leaving, she had promised Cal that she would

return soon. But who would have thought that Magnus would bring their son into their love triangle?

Seeing her long-lost son again, and how well-behaved he was, how could her heart remain as cold as

ice?

“Cal, it's not that I don't want to return. It's just that... I want to spend more time with our son.”

Natalia's thoughts were a mess. Eventually, overcome by exhaustion, she drifted off to sleep.

The next day

Natalia woke up early. As the sky began to lighten, she couldn't fall back asleep. Looking at the little

boy sleeping next to her, she felt a wave of happiness. In the morning light, she traced the features of

his face with her finger as her lips curled into a smile.

Jonas was perfect. His eyebrows were dark and thick, his eyelashes long and curved like two fans. His

small nose was strong and straight, and his lips were as red as a cherry. He looked like an angel

carved out of snow.

Natalia gazed at her son, a product of her own blood, and her heart swelled with joy. She leaned in and

planted a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Jonas stirred and rubbed his eyes as he woke up. "Mummy?" He mumbled.

"Hmm?" Natalia asked softly. "Do you need to use the bathroom?"

Even though Natalia hadn't taken care of a child before, she knew that young kids often needed to pee

first thing in the morning after holding it in all night.

Jonas nodded and shuffled off to the bathroom.

Watching her little boy head off to the bathroom, Natalia took the opportunity to tidy up the bed. By the

time she finished folding the blankets, Jonas had finished in the bathroom.

The fresh-faced Jonas, no longer sleepy, stood energetically beside Natalia. “Mummy, I’m a bit hungry.”

“Are you? Can you wait a bit? Let me freshen up, and then I’ll make you some breakfast,” Natalia said,

squatting down to his level.

Jonas, who had just wanted Natalia to accompany him downstairs, was pleasantly surprised when she

offered to make him breakfast. Before he could recover from his surprise, Natalia had already gone to

freshen up.

Fantastic! Listening to the sound of running water from the bathroom, Jonas was over the moon. Oh,

he was about to eat a breakfast prepared by his mother. He was so happy.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he got. He couldn’t wait, so he decided to stand by

Natalia and wait for the breakfast she was going to make. He had no idea what his mother’s cooking

tasted like. He had never tasted it before.

Natalia quickly freshened up and then took Jonas downstairs. She was going to fulfill her promise and

make a late breakfast for Jonas.

Natalia moved swiftly into action, and before long, she was preparing a simple breakfast for Jonas. It

wasn’t anything fancy, just a typical scrambled eggs and pancake breakfast, Natalia’s usual morning

fare.

She took out an egg, cracked it into a bowl, and whisked it until smooth. She then added a small

amount of flour to the egg, creating a thick batter, which she set aside. Next, she turned on the gas and

melted a pat of butter in a flat pan. Once the butter had melted, she poured the batter into the pan,

forming a thin pancake.

Soon, an enticing aroma wafted from the kitchen, causing Jonas to sniff the air repeatedly. “Mommy,

what are you making? It smells so good.”