The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)
Chapter 566

Natalia's cheeks blushed a deep crimson. Thankfully, the evening's dim light cloaked her embarrassment, but she could still feel the heat radiating from her face.

She shyly lowered her gaze. "We're both of age now, and the chances are slim. You're dreaming."

"Honey, are you questioning my prowess or your own?" Magnus teased, lifting Natalia into his arms and gazing deeply into her enchanting face. "Darling, even at sixty, we could still have a child. Besides, you don't look a day over twenty-nine. Why sell yourself short?"

"Stop it," Natalia giggled, playfully thumping Magnus' chest. "I'm thirty-eight, for heaven's sake. I'm practically an old maid."

Magnus chose to ignore Natalia's protests entirely. Without a care, he laid Natalia on the soft sands of the beach, which retained a warm comfort from the day's sun.

Magnus tenderly kissed Natalia's delicate lips, his hands roaming with a mind of their own.

Lying on the beach, Natalia was dizzied by Magnus' kisses until his hand ventured to her curves. She bashfully clenched his hand to halt his advances. "Love, we're by the sea. What if someone sees..." "Shh-" Magnus silenced Natalia's persistent murmurs with a kiss. "This is our private beach, and there's nobody here."

It was deep into the night, and besides them, the beach was deserted. Moreover, Magnus had bought the area, so unless Hector Cood, that scatterbrain, stumbled onto the beach in the dead of the night, no one would dare interrupt them.

Confident in their privacy, Magnus boldly continued his amorous conquest on the beach.

Natalia's feeble protests were like a moan, igniting a boiling passion within him that he couldn't contain. He skillfully lifted her nightgown, and with the warm sand beneath them, he passionately surrendered to the moment.

Natalia was a bundle of nerves, having never been so exposed on a beach before it felt thrillingly clandestine.

In contrast to Natalia's nerves, Magnus was overjoyed, utterly plundering as if he wished to consume her whole. Feeling Natalia's tension only heightened his elation. The ecstasy was so intense that he wished he could swallow her whole.

The waves harmonized with their passion, the rhythmic lapping sound bearing witness to the couple's deep affection.

Eventually, Magnus ceased his thrust, kissing the damp face of Natalia, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, "My treasure, this is wonderful. I feel like we're cheating-such a thrill!"

Natalia felt overwhelmed by Magnus' previous fervor. Her toes curled and uncurled in bliss, as she struggled to gather her wits.

Hearing Magnus now, she blushed furiously, fearful someone might stumble upon this patch of beach. Panting lightly, she pushed against him. "Get up, please. If we're discovered, I'll die of shame." Magnus' laughter boomed heartily as he composed himself, then lovingly scooped Natalia from the sand, teasing, "Oops, seems like your lovely hair's got all dirty. I'll have to give it a wash later." Natalia knew exactly what Magnus was implying, and she playfully scolded him, "You perv, I was so nervous, and you... how could you be so naughty!" Looking back at the deep impressions left in the sand, she turned her head away in embarrassment.

Magnus swaggered with pride, as if receiving a compliment. "Darling, have you ever seen such a handsome pervert? We must come here again; it's simply magical!"

Knowing she couldn't win the argument, Natalia resigned herself to his broad chest, closing her eyes to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. After such an ordeal, she was utterly spent. If Magnus had any more ideas for later, she would have to wave the white flag of surrender!

Magnus carried Natalia back to their villa, bathed her with care, and tucked her into bed. Gazing at his wife, curled up like a kitten, Magnus' lips curled into a blissful smile.

He embraced Natalia, kissing the top of her head, and they both drifted off to sleep.

In Canada, Anna returned home with an award, and Johanson was sincerely overjoyed for her. He always knew she was the best girl in the world! Johanson drove to the airport to pick up Anna. On the way home, he asked, "Grace, to celebrate your award, tell me, what gift would you like this time?" Anna chuckled from the backseat, "Johanson, it was just a typical competition. You don't need to get me anything. You already spoil me enough." "But no, you are incredible, and you must have a gift!" Johanson wished he could shout from the rooftops just how amazing his girl was!

Anna nodded in surrender, "Alright, Johanson, anything you give will be perfect, as long as it's from you."

Johanson beamed, knowing she would adore the surprise he had prepared. They chatted and laughed all the way home.

Johanson, ever the gentleman, opened the car door for Anna and carried her luggage inside. Anna followed Johanson into the house, climbed the stairs, and pushed open her bedroom door to a delightful surprise.

Her room was transformed into a pink haven; all the linens were replaced with cozy pinks, and the ceiling and floor were adorned with beautiful heart-shaped balloons. On the spacious balcony stood a lush green swing, intertwined with fresh flowers, creating a scene straight out of a fairy tale.

Anna twirled around her room, her eyes twinkling with delight as she turned to Johanson with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Johanson. I absolutely adore what you've done with the place." "Hey, ditch the thank-yous, will ya? Whatever I do for you is no biggie. I'm your big brother, silly," Johanson replied with a chuckle, brushing off the gratitude as if it were nothing. Seeing Anna brimming with joy over the arrangements he had made filled Johanson with a sense of pride. These little efforts were but a trifle, hardly worth a mention, let alone thanks.

"No, you've got it all wrong. All these years, it's been you, Johanson, who's been my rock, my guiding star. My heart is overflowing with gratitude. Without all you've done for me, I wouldn't be where I am today,' Anna said earnestly, wrapping Johanson in a heartfelt embrace.

Caught off guard by Anna's sincere words, Johanson felt a blush creep up his cheeks. Clearing his throat, he gave Anna's shoulder a playful pat, "Alright, alright, it's what I'm here for, isn't it? Now come on, I had Lauren whip up a feast fit for a queen, and it's all waiting for us downstairs."

With that, Johanson took Anna's hand and led her down the stairs. The promise of a warm, comforting meal awaited their return.