The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Hector dove deep into the pool's embrace, slicing through the water to reach Bianca, who was sinking like a stone. In no time, he spotted her limp figure on the tiled floor. With powerful strokes, he reached her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist and hauling her to the surface. They broke the surface, and Hector frantically called out, "Bianca, come on, wake up! Bianca?" But Bianca was out cold, her face ashen, and unresponsive to Hector's pleas. Without a second to lose, Hector dragged her to the poolside, pressing down on her chest, attempting CPR. Despite his efforts, the water that Bianca had swallowed only trickled out, and she remained unconscious. Time was of the essence, and Hector couldn't afford to hesitate. He leaned over and sealed his lips to hers, breathing life into her, mouth-to-mouth. The moment their lips touched, Hector couldn't help but gasp inwardly. Holy smokes, was she wearing honey lip balm or something? Why was it so sweet? Shaking the thought away, he focused on the task, continuing the rescue breaths. Inhale, exhale... Inhale, exhale... Determined, Hector persevered until he felt a tiny quiver in Bianca's lips. Thank goodness, she was coming around! Bianca slowly regained consciousness but didn't dare open her eyes. She was acutely aware that Hector was administering mouth-to-mouth, but it felt embarrassingly intimate. And to make matters worse, she was practically naked, her body exposed before him. Flushed with embarrassment, Bianca wished she could vanish into thin air. Feeling her lashes flutter, and her lips growing warm, Hector stopped the resuscitation and gently propped Bianca up. He chuckled as he caught sight of her apple-red cheeks. "If you're awake, get up and get dressed. You don't want to catch a cold.” Bianca internally kicked herself. Hector had caught on to her feigned unconsciousness. Oh, the horror! She could practically feel her cheeks burning as she clumsily stood and scurried to her room. Inside, she swapped her damp clothes for dry ones, her heart pounding with anxiety. After all, she was just Hector's maid and had jumped into the pool without his permission, making a spectacle of herself. Would he be so furious that he'd send her packing? The thought tormented Bianca as she contemplated her fate. With nowhere to go in Hawaii and a father who was a gambling wretch, she couldn't possibly return home to be collateral for his debts. Bianca's head swam with worry, but hiding wasn't an option. She had to face Hector. With a heavy heart, she left her room and trudged back to the pool to apologize. Prepared for a scolding, she hoped only to avoid being cast out. But arriving at the pool, Hector was nowhere to be seen. Her discarded clothes were the only sign of the earlier drama. Where had Mr. Hector gone? Confused, Bianca searched the villa, but Hector was conspicuously absent. Unbeknownst to her, Hector had seen her dash away and knew she was fine. Wishing to spare her further embarrassment, he'd returned to his room, changed out of his wet clothes, and headed for the office. Meanwhile, Bianca's panic grew, fearing his silence meant he'd decided to fire her. Tears fell as she cleaned the house, reasoning that if she was to be sent away, she'd leave the place spotless. While Bianca wept and worked, Hector sat in his office, utterly distracted. The image of Bianca's soft skin and the sweetness of her lips haunted him. He let out a long sigh, flopping onto the couch. Was he going nuts? He'd never been so restless. “It must be the shock of seeing Bianca like that,” he reasoned. “Calm down!” Hector muttered, opening his project files to distract himself. The new fashion line proposal called for glowing sentiment... Hector paused, and the word "glowing" glared at him, bringing an unbidden image of Bianca's perfect complexion to his mind. Irritated, he shook off the thought and continued, "The primary color for the logo should be vibrant red."This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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