The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)
Chapter 578

Compared to his gentle tone, Elisea's gaze was icy as she looked at him, all business and void of warmth. "Jonas is very cunning; I've already botched it twice. But he hasn't killed me, which means I still have a chance. Please, ask the boss to give me another shot. I'll definitely take him down this time!"

The man strode up to Elisea, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Need a hand with this one?"

Elisea shook her head without a second thought. "No, this is the task the chief entrusted to me. I'd better handle it on my own."

Although Elisea appeared calm on the surface, the mere thought of Jonas dying at Landon's hand sent her heart into an uncontrollable flutter. No one knew Landon's bloodthirstiness and brutality more than she did. Over the past three years, this man had molded Elisea into the cold-blooded assassin she was now.

Landon was ruthless and merciless, a man for whom taking a life was as insignificant as a puff of smoke from the barrel of his gun. The whip marks on Elisea's back were at the chief's command, executed by Landon's hand!

Over time, Landon's regard for Elisea shifted from disdain to admiration, and now to something akin to pity. He had never seen a woman so resilient, enduring what others could not, and suffering what others dared not.

This woman of steel-like fortitude possessed a heart of utter indifference. It seemed as if everything in the world mattered little to her.

Landon felt that he and Elisea were made for each other, having long since regarded her as his other half. He was just waiting for the right moment to reveal his feelings. What Landon didn't know was that Elisea had never taken him to heart, seeing him as nothing more than a stranger she could easily do without.

No, in the depths of Elisea's heart, Landon was less than a stranger, for she deeply despised his cruelty and bloodlust!

As such, Elisea didn't welcome Landon's touch. She intentionally stepped aside and asked indifferently, "If there's nothing else, I'll get back to my mission. Tell the boss I never disappoint."

Landon nodded silently, watching her for a moment before whispering, "Go on."

After Elisea left, Landon departed the hotel as quietly as he had appeared, leaving no trace behind.

By the time Elisea returned to the seaside villa, it was eight o'clock in the evening. The imposing villa stood silently by the shore, its gentle lights spilling over the water, conjuring a strangely warm feeling in Elisea's heart.

She quickly shook her head. As an assassin, the word 'warmth' had no place in her mind! With a self-mocking chuckle, Elisea pushed the door open and entered the villa.

Inside, the living room was lit up, and the dining table was set with steaming hot food. Jonas sat quietly on the couch, engrossed in his tablet, working on documents. Hearing footsteps, Jonas looked up, his face breaking into a charming smile. "Back already? Come and have dinner. I've reheated it three times now."

Under the warm glow of the light, the tall Jonas, with his sunny, warm smile, made Elisea's heart skip a beat. For some reason, the scene felt eerily familiar to her, as if it was meant to be.

Elisea couldn't understand why everything here felt so natural to her, a woman who had always kept to herself. And Jonas, a man shrouded in mystery, puzzled her greatly. She couldn't fathom his thoughts - why would he be so kind to an assassin who was there to kill him?

Elisea had assured Landon when leaving the hotel that she would definitely kill Jonas this time. As she entered the villa, she had already decided to abandon the cold weapons and resort to poisoning instead, but as she looked at the meal that was supposedly reheated three times and the man with the inscrutable yet constantly warm smile, Elisea felt her resolve slipping away.

Jonas pulled out a chair for Elisea at the dining table. "Here, sit down."

Elisea nodded somewhat dazedly, taking her seat obediently.

The meal was clearly prepared with care, and not just appealing to the eye but delicious to taste. This made Elisea raise an eyebrow in surprise, completely forgetting her plan to poison him.

Meanwhile, Jonas kept serving her food, his lips curling in an indulgent smile. He had thought Elisea would never return when she left earlier and felt a deep disappointment, but as the sun set, he still prepared a table full of her favorite dishes, patiently waiting for her return.

He waited from dusk till nightfall, heating and reheating the food, all for her to come back and share dinner with him. Though he was busy with work, his ears stayed keenly attuned to the outside, listening for Elisea's return.

Thankfully, all his waiting wasn't in vain. The little fox he was so worried about had finally come back. Even though Jonas knew she returned with the intent to kill him, her return was all that mattered. He ate gracefully, watching Elisea demolish her food like a tornado, feeling a special warmth in his heart. In that moment, Jonas secretly hoped time would slow down, allowing him to spend a little longer with this little fox.

Jonas' gaze was too intense, making Elisea uncomfortable to meet his eyes. She busied herself with her food, feeling an unfamiliar warmth bubbling up inside, warming her entire being.

After dinner, Elisea asked Jonas directly, "Where am I staying?"

Since he had let her stay here, Elisea felt no need to be courteous with Jonas. She was never one for pretense.

Jonas gestured upstairs. "The master bedroom, of course."

"Okay." Elisea nodded and headed straight for the master bedroom upstairs.

The bedroom was a haven of understated elegance, every piece of bedding brand new. A plush Persian rug carpeted the floor, stretching all the way into the en suite bathroom.

Elisea lazily swung open the wardrobe, and to her surprise, it was filled with women's clothing. Her brow furrowed in a moment of annoyance. She hadn't pegged him as such a ladies' man. Judging from so many women's clothes, it seemed he wasn't exactly a stranger to having female company.

But her irritation was short-lived. On closer inspection, Elisea noticed that each piece of clothing still sported a tag-it was clear they hadn't been worn.

A thought struck her, and she held a dress up against herself, replaceing that it fit perfectly. A smile, impossible to hide, played across her lips. It appeared all these new clothes were bought with her in mind.