The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 350

With a self-deprecating shake of her head, Diana decided that she couldn’t afford to miss this golden

opportunity in front of her. With the help of alcohol courage, she made her way towards Magnus. She

swayed over to him, lifted her drink, pouted her red lips, and murmured, “Mr. Andersen, do you know

what I’ve been doing these past few days?” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Magnus took a small step back and asked nonchalantly, “What have you been doing?”

“I’ve been thinking about you,” Diana confessed, throwing herself into Magnus’ arms. “I don’t care, I

don’t want to go back. I want to stay by your side forever, like your little lamb.”

Magnus cringed at Diana’s words and swiftly put up his arm to block her advance. “Miss Diana, you’re

drunk. You should rest,” he said coldly, his nostrils flaring at the overwhelming scent of her perfume.

Meanwhile, Diana, teetering on her high heels, stumbled and fell against Magnus’ arm.

“Good heavens, Mr. Andersen, I want to be your little lamb,” James mimicked Diana’s tone, laughing

hysterically on the couch. “Oh, I can’t stand it, Magnus. I can’t spend any more time with this woman!”

Magnus shot James a glare, glanced at Diana draped over his arm, and said, “Stop laughing and help

her to bed.”

Reluctantly, James hoisted Diana off Magnus’ arm and onto the nearby couch, dusting his hands off

with a grimace.

Diana passed out, and James said to Magnus, “This woman is as sly as a fox. She’s stubbornly

refusing to talk about the design drafts. We can’t keep playing this game with her!”

Magnus nodded, his patience running thin. He had yet to find any clues about Natalia. Was he wrong?

Were the design drafts actually Diana’s?

No, it wasn’t possible.

Magnus trusted his instincts. Diana was hiding something, and the design drafts bore a striking

resemblance to his wife’s style.

“That’s it. You can send her back to Rome when she wakes up. There’s no point in keeping her here

any longer,” Magnus decided, ready to leave. He had hoped to find out about Natalia’s whereabouts

from Diana, but after waiting for so long with no results, he was fed up.

“Hmm,” Diana mumbled, slowly waking up, “Mr. Andersen, why am I on the couch?”

Magnus paused, feigning a smile. “Oh, you got a bit tipsy and decided to take a nap on the couch. Do

you still feel dizzy?”

Diana, having forgotten about her drunken antics, believed his words. She sat up, her head still

spinning, and murmured, “My head hurts. Why is it so heavy?”

“Are you feeling unwell?” Magnus asked, changing the subject. “By the way, Miss Diana, you’ve been

away from home for several days. Your brother must be missing you. When you’re done having fun, let

James know, and he’ll arrange for you to return to Rome.”

The mention of going back to Rome immediately sobered up Diana. She shook her head vigorously,

“No, no, no, Mr. Andersen. I enjoy being with you and don’t want to go back.”

With newfound courage, Diana confessed, “Mr. Andersen, after spending these days together, I’ve

fallen deeply in love with you. I know you prefer shy and modest women, but I hope you can give me a

chance to show you that I’m far superior to those women, both in work and in life. I can be your loyal

companion."

Diana's confession left Magnus stunned. He had noticed her feelings for him but didn't expect her to be

so upfront about it. His disgust was evident in his icy gaze.

James, who was still sitting on the couch, laughed at the awkward situation. "Ah, she’s so

straightforward," he thought.

"Miss Diana, I do appreciate your candidness," Magnus said, trying to let her down gently. "And I'm

grateful for your feelings towards me. But love doesn't work like that. You can't force someone to love

you back. As of now, I only find you adorable, nothing more."

Diana's eyes lit up. "You find me adorable? Mr. Andersen, then you should give me a chance to get

closer to you. That way, I can show you how great I am, and you'll fall in love with me, won't you?"

Facing the outspoken Diana, Magnus was quite exasperated. But considering that he still needed

information from her, he had to bear it. "Miss Diana, love is beautiful only when it's mutual. We're not

there yet."

"Exactly, that's why I need to stick around! The more we hang out, the better chance we have to figure

out if we're a match made in heaven, right?" Diana continued, fervently advocating for her anticipated

love story.

Magnus furrowed his brows once more, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Alright,

Miss Diana, if you truly wish to stay here, why don't you whip up this quarter's signature dish for me?

Show me if your culinary skills live up to the hype. As for everything else, we can cross that bridge

when we come to it, alright?" Magnus strategized to keep Diana at bay while simultaneously testing if

she was all talk and no action.