The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 349

"No worries, really, Natalia, I can wait. Honestly, if you can't accept my feelings now, that's okay. I can

wait until the day you're ready to accept my affection. Don't feel any pressure. Being in love with you is

my business. I never expected anything in return. I'm content just being by your side."

The sincerity in Hector's eyes filled Natalia with guilt. Magnus already occupied her heart. There was

no room left for anyone else.

But she knew about Hector's stubbornness. Sighing, she realized that continuing like this wasn't an

option. She couldn't selfishly let Hector waste his life pining for her. A sense of melancholy washed

over Natalia. She made up her mind to distance herself from Hector, to ensure he wouldn't fall deeper.

"Hector, I understand your feelings for me. But I'm sorry, I really can't reciprocate your feelings. I can

only apologize and hope that you find your own happiness soon," Natalia said sincerely.

Hearing her words, Hector felt a deep sense of desolation. He didn't want to hear her apologize

anymore. Hector reached out and gently tapped her on the nose. "Stop it. I was just trying to comfort

you, so you wouldn't keep blaming yourself. Don't overthink it, okay?"

Since Natalia refused to reciprocate his feelings, Hector decided to bury his affection for her deep

within his heart, hoping that one day, she would change her mind.

Finally, Natalia burst into laughter, believing that Hector was simply trying to cheer her up. Her previous

turmoil, caused by learning about Magnus' new girlfriend, instantly dissipated, leaving her feeling much

better.

Picking up her paintbrush, she playfully looked at Hector. "Alright, let me repay you by painting a cool

portrait of you. Absolutely free."

"Sounds good," Hector replied with interest, pulling up a deck chair to sit down and act as Natalia's live

model.

They tacitly avoided talking about Magnus' situation in Melfort, temporarily restoring their superficial

harmony. But ignoring a problem didn’t make it disappear.

*

Meanwhile, in Melfort, Magnus had become the target of local paparazzi. They monitored his every

move, practically camping out 24/7, desperate to capture any intimate moments between Magnus and

Diana.

At the most luxurious hotel in Melfort, the inside was filled with extravagant decor while the outside was

swarmed with paparazzi crouching down, straining their ears to catch any hint of gossip, waiting for

Magnus and Diana to emerge hand-in-hand.

"Damn, we've been staking out for days and haven't seen Magnus and that chick step out together

once. How long do we have to wait?" Complained one tabloid journalist, dissatisfied with Magnus' tight

control over information.

Another journalist slapped him on the back of the head. "What are you thinking? He's a big shot.

Countless media outlets would kill for an exclusive interview. Do you think he'll just walk out and give

you a photo op? Are you out of your mind?"

"On top of that, these rich folks are full of tricks. There are too many things they need to hide. You

should be grateful if you can catch any small indiscretions," Another journalist added.

The one who was reprimanded was taken aback. "But this isn't a solution either. They're enjoying

themselves inside the hotel, why should we be out here getting eaten alive by mosquitoes?"

"Because you're working, and they're enjoying life. The gap between us is just that big. What can you

do about it?" A veteran journalist scolded the newbie, shaking his head in resignation. "Just keep on

waiting."

Meanwhile, on the top floor of the hotel, Magnus was pouring red wine for Diana. The rich aroma of the

wine filled the clear crystal glass, enticingly.

"Here's to the beautiful Ms. Diana. May you enjoy your stay here," Magnus said with a sarcastic smile.

After several rounds of toasts from Magnus, Diana was quite tipsy. She swayed slightly as she

accepted the glass, downing it in one go, slurring, "Okay, cheers, cheers..."

Noticing Diana's slightly inebriated state, Magnus signaled to James, who was sulking nearby, hinting

that he should probe about the design drafts.

James scowled at the task. To be frank, he had no interest in this arrogant lady. But would Magnus

consider his feelings? Of course not. He had been given an ultimatum: find out about the design drafts

or spend a month in Antarctica dealing with the frostbite.

Choosing the lesser of two evils, James reluctantly accepted Magnus' order. He put on a charming

smile and approached Diana. "Ms. Diana, your design drafts are truly remarkable. How did you come

up with such brilliant designs?"

Although Diana was tipsy, she hadn't completely lost her wits. She looked up at James with a flirtatious

smile. "What's so hard about that? I just design based on my feelings."

"And what feelings inspired these designs?" James probed further.

Diana's tipsiness faded slightly. She suddenly felt that James was trying to pry information out of her.

From the moment they met, they had been relentlessly asking about the design drafts. Could it be that

they came here specifically for the design drafts, just like her brother had warned?

Although Diana had a bit of a spoiled and willful streak, she was far from the stereotypical blonde

bimbo. She continued to feign tipsiness, laughing off James' questions. "Well, you know, it's a feeling

that's hard to put into words. I guess it's all just inspiration, and the designs just sort of...flow out from

there. Why? You interested?"

James paused for a second, then poured Diana another glass of wine. "Not really. I was just so

impressed by your innovative and chic designs, Miss Diana. I couldn't help but ask. I hope you don't

mind."

As Diana listened to James' half-hearted flattery, she began to question her own suspicions. They were

part of a multinational corporation; surely, they had access to all sorts of experts. Why would they

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