The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 195

Natalia gasped and quickly wrapped her arms around Callum's neck, whispering, "Callum, there are so

many people around, please put me down."

"What's there to be afraid of? Let them watch. You're my fiancée, and you said your feet hurt, didn't

you? I'll carry you back," Callum declared without a hint of hesitation.

"But, Callum, I..."

Natalia's words were cut short as Callum feigned annoyance. "What? Now you're not even listening to

me?"

Seeing Callum's displeasure, Natalia gave up on arguing and allowed herself to be carried towards the

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Callum held Natalia and felt like a victorious king. He was light on his feet and elated. This was his girl,

his to take care of, and no one could take her away. As for her background, he would tell her in time.

They walked across the lush green lawn towards the castle, eliciting a roar of applause as they passed.

However, amongst the applause, there was a resentful, envious gaze. It was Alice, and her eyes were

ablaze with jealousy.

Alice watched Callum, the man she had been secretly in love with for years, carrying Natalia. This sight

made her clench her fists tightly, as she struggled to restrain herself from tearing Natalia away from

him.

“That shameless woman dares to let Cal carry her like that. She deserves to go to hell!” Unable to bear

it any longer, Alice strode over to her brother Henry, tugging at his arm. "Henry, look at that woman.

She's so shameless. Cal is mine!"

Henry was holding a glass of red wine, and nearly lost his grip when Alice startled him. He slowly

turned his gaze towards the couple, and a smirk played at his lips. "Ms. Clarkson is Callum's fiancée,

Alice. Stop making a scene."

"I don't care. I hate Ms. Clarkson. Cal can't be with her!" With that, Alice shot Natalia another spiteful

glance before storming off towards the parking lot.

Henry followed Alice’s gaze and knew about her hot-headed and impulsive antics. For years, Alice had

been smitten with Callum, but he had always seen her as a sister. Callum had even given the family

heirloom, a pendant, to an unknown girl and was claiming her as his future wife. That girl was Natalia.

Alice knew that Callum never reciprocated her feelings, and so she had no right to be angry. However,

seeing him holding Natalia like that, made her eyes turn vicious.

Seeing Alice leave, Henry lost interest and followed her, trying to reason with her as they walked. "Hey,

slow down. Don't be so reckless!"

"Shut up!" Alice flung a punch at Henry. Her fiery temper was flaring up. "Henry, Cal is mine and mine

alone. No one else can have him!"

She felt annoyed, resenting the way he always tried to control her. She didn't care about any family

honor; all she wanted was Cal.

Henry rolled his eyes. "Wake up, will you? We might come from a long line of counts, but Callum is a

duke. Plus, he sees you as a sister. After all these years, how have you not figured that out?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Alice's mind was consumed by jealousy. She stormed to her car, slammed

the door, and hit the gas. The car disappeared into the distance in an instant.

"Hey, Alice, slow down!" Alice was the apple of their father's eye. If anything happened to her, Henry

would certainly be blamed. Henry chased after the car for a bit, but he couldn't keep up. He shook his

head, acknowledging his sister's stubborn temper. If she didn't change, one day, she would surely

cause a disaster.

Back in the castle, Callum carried Natalia up to their room, gently placing her on the luxurious leather

couch. Kneeling on one knee, he began to remove her high heels. Natalia blushed and tried to pull her

feet away. "Callum, I can do it myself."

"Stop fussing, let me check how bad it is." With that, Callum gently removed Natalia's shoes.

Carelessly placing the shoes on the polished floor, Callum inspected Natalia's swollen ankle, frowning

in disapproval. "You're so stubborn. Why didn't you change into more comfortable shoes when your

feet started to hurt? Look, your ankles are swollen now."

Natalia bit her lower lip. "Callum, my evening gown wouldn't have matched any other shoes."

Callum stared at Natalia's swollen ankles, exasperated, “Who cares about matching? You look good in

anything. Even if you went barefoot, no one would dare to criticize you." He tenderly cradled her foot in

his hand, and gently massaged it.

Natalia, accustomed to his care, let him be. Suddenly, she laughed. "Cal, you're so cute when you're

angry."

"Still laughing? Look at your feet, I bet you won't be able to walk for a few days." Callum pretended to

be angry and glared at Natalia. He then called for the maid, "Rita, Ms. Natalia is injured, come quickly."

Upon Callum's command, Rita, dressed in a maid uniform, rushed over with a first aid kit, anxiously

asking, "Ms. Natalia is injured? Where? Where?"

Natalia was at a loss for words at Callum's overreaction. Her feet were just a little red and swollen, not

injured!

However, as Rita had rushed over, Natalia didn't have the heart to send her away. She reluctantly

pointed to her feet. "It's nothing serious, just a little red and swollen."

Rita knelt down to inspect it, finding only a minor swelling. She couldn't help but feel speechless at

Callum's exaggerated reaction.

"What are you standing there for? Quickly apply some soothing ointment on her!" Callum barked at

Rita, finding her lack of urgency rather frustrating.

With Callum's orders, Rita didn't dare slack off. She diligently opened her medical kit, pulling out a

quaint little bottle. "Ma’am, this is a pain-relieving balm. It may sting a bit when applied, but please bear

with it." With these words, Rita bent her head, carefully applying the ointment on Natalia's ankles.

The balm was evenly spread on Natalia's ankles, providing a slight cooling sensation instead of the

anticipated sting. Natalia felt immediate relief flooding her ankles. She turned to Rita with sincere

gratitude. "Thank you, Rita."