The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 327

Even Natalia had a peculiar request that left her bosses puzzled. She wanted her identity concealed

within the company. All her design achievements were credited to her boss' sister, Diana. Whenever

there was an award ceremony, Diana was the one who went up to receive the accolades. Natalia,

however, was content with her quiet corner, focusing on her designs without the need for public

recognition.

In her free time, Natalia would often be absorbed in her sketches, occasionally keeping tabs on

Andersen Corporation back home in Melfort, through the power of the internet. She knew that after her

departure, Magnus had indeed recovered, regaining his position and reviving the corporation, making it

one of the most prominent conglomerates worldwide.

She was happy for Magnus and his achievements, knowing it was easy for him. Every time she saw his

face on a video or a webpage, her eyes would well up with tears of longing.

Although she knew Magnus was searching for her relentlessly, she was bound by a harsh vow she had

made under duress from Belle just to get the antidote. Even though she missed them terribly, she

dared not return. She felt like a mouse, hiding in the shadows, afraid that Magnus would discover her

whereabouts.

Night after night, her longing for them gnawed at her soul, causing her heartrending pain. She dared

not risk it, fearing the vows she had made, and the possibility that they might come true if she was not

careful.

Even if her yearning was overwhelming, she absolutely could not go back to Magnus. She was content

to hide in her corner of the world, watching over the man she loved, and the child she adored.

One day, Natalia was sketching new fashion designs in her garden. She had painstakingly created her

little haven, filled with lush greenery and beautiful flowers, reminiscent of her home with Magnus in

France.

A gentle breeze carried the scent of spring, and Natalia was lost in her thoughts amidst this delightful

atmosphere.

Knock, knock, knock. Someone was at the garden gate.

Natalia put down her pencil and went to answer it. It was the young girl who delivered her designs from

the company.

"Thank you for delivering these sketches all the time," Natalia said, offering her a cup of coffee.

The girl chuckled. "Ms. Natalia, this job is far from tiring. In fact, it's a pleasant break from work, and I

get to enjoy this amazing coffee. It's a perfect gig!"

Natalia laughed along and offered to give the young girl some coffee beans, "These are from my

hometown, and they have the unique flavor of home."

Natalia's eyes glazed over as she said this, and a wave of nostalgia washed over her.

Noticing Natalia's melancholy, the girl quickly changed the subject. "By the way, Ms. Natalia, I passed

by the square on my way here and saw a handsome street artist. His sketches resemble you. Would

you like to go and see?"

Natalia chuckled, "I doubt it. I hardly know anyone here."

But the girl was determined. Even if Natalia didn't believe her, she would secretly take a picture of the

artist tomorrow.

After a little more chit-chat, Natalia saw the girl off. She liked this girl who brought her sketches every

day, but the notion of someone sketching her on the streets was a bit exaggerated. She was hiding in

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With these thoughts, Natalia shrugged off the girl's words and went back to her sketches.

The next morning, the girl was back. This time, she had a mission. "Ms. Natalia, take a look at these

pictures I took. Tell me if the sketches resemble you."

Natalia, seeing the girl's persistence, decided to take a look. As she looked at the pictures, she froze.

The photos were of a tall, lean man, painting with great concentration. He seemed to be painting his

beloved, holding a brush as if it were a blooming red rose. He was murmuring as if whispering sweet

nothings to his love.

"Ms. Natalia?" The girl nudged Natalia, who seemed to have zoned out. "Look at the sketch he made.

Doesn't it look like you?"

Natalia's eyes were moist. She moved to the second picture. This was a realistic oil painting. The

woman in the painting was standing amidst golden sunflowers, and her bright smile made her look as if

she was about to step out of the canvas.

"How about it, Ms. Natalia? Isn't this sketch just like you?" The girl asked, bringing Natalia back to

reality.

Natalia realized she was crying. Not bothering to hide her emotional state, she asked the girl, "Where

did you see this man? Take me there, quick!"

Natalia's reaction took the girl aback, but seeing her response, she knew she had hit the nail on the

head. The handsome artist did indeed know Natalia!

"Alright then, he's found at the corner of the square. I'm sure he's still there. Let me take you."

Before the girl could finish her sentence, Natalia had already pulled her out of her quaint little house, so

hurriedly that they didn't even close the door.

Natalia kept urging her along the way, "Hurry, we need to go faster. He might leave any moment."

"Don't worry, Natalia, this artist has been living here for a while. I see him every time I pass by. At first, I

would just glance at his unfinished paintings, but one day, I saw people going crazy over his finished

works. That's when I noticed that the person in his paintings looked exactly like you. I immediately

guessed that the artist must know you, and it looks like I was right! This is so exciting!"