Chapter 207


    Passengers flying to United Kingdom, please note that your flight is about to take off shortly. Please


    carry your ID and ticket with you and head to the check–in gate.”


    The sweet voice of the airport cabin crew echoed through the airport inte. Callum gently nudged


    Natalia. “Buttercup, let’s get going.”


    “Uh–huh,” Natalia murmured, nodding her head as she followed Callum towards the check–in counter.


    Just then, a tall man emerged from the exit opposite them. His face looked stiff, and hisplexion


    was worn. A man in a suit trailed behind him. Passing by the check–in counter, he nced at Natalia,


    who was about to check in and froze. He took in hervender Italian maxi dress and white trench coat.


    The moment she turned around to pull her luggage, he felt as if he was struck by lightning. “My wife!”


    Impossible. He closed his eyes. His wife had been dead for five years. How could it be


    her?


    But when he opened them again, the figure in thevender dress was there, with her back to him. That


    shape was etched into his marrow for the past five years, and he couldn’t be


    mistaken.


    “My wife! My wife!” His voice was hoarse and filled with emotion.


    Natalia had barely taken two steps when she heard the urgent calls from behind her. The voice was


    somewhat strange, yet vagIs it really you? Am I dreaming?”


    The man’s voice was deep and filled with pain. Natalia turned and saw the man holding her. His eyes


    were bloodshot, and his handsome face looked haggard, but his eyes were fervent, hopeful, and


    pained. uely familiar. Natalia continued walking, not


    slowing her pace.


    Wife? The man couldn’t be calling her, could he? She wasn’t even married. She wasn’t anyone’s


    “Wife,” so he couldn’t possibly be calling her.


    Before she could take another step, the man from behind rushed over, grabbing her slender wrist. “My


    wife!


    Who was he? Why didn’t she recognize him? And why did her heart ache at the sight of him? His


    weathered face pricked every nerve in her body.


    “Sir, let go…” Natalia began in a soft voice. She didn’t know this man, and she certainly didn’t


    understand why he suddenly rushed over, grabbed her, and called her “Wife.” Was he some kind of


    lunatic?


    Natalia tried to pull away but found she couldn’t break free Seeing the mixture of joy, and


    confusion in his pain–filled eyes, she turned to Callum for help. “Callum, I…


    Before she could finish, Callum threw a punch, knocking the man who had been holding her to the


    ground. “Let her go!” Callum shouted.


    The man on the ground quickly picked himself up, and when he saw Callum, his heart filled with even


    more pain, spreading throughout his body. So, Magnus‘ wife had been rescued by this British man and


    was hidden away for five years. He lunged at Callum, grappling with him.


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    This man was Magnus, who had just returned from a business trip to the U.S.


    He looked a bit gaunt. Yes, gaunt. Natalia was sure that he hadn’t always been this size. Even his


    complexion had changed. It was no longer a healthy flush, but a pallid, tired hue. Who was he? Why


    was he calling her his wife? And why did she find him so familiar?


    Natalia watched the two men wrestling, feeling helpless and stunned. She searched her mind for any


    information about this man. Her subconscious told her that this man was the cause of her nightmares


    for the past few years.


    “Callum, you kidnapped my wife and hid her for five years. You deserve to die!” How could he have


    thought his wife was in the UK?


    Callum was hiding Natalia for five years. Magnus‘ fist mmed into him with all his might.


    But Callum was no pushover. He was a duke who had undergone training in the royal army and was


    unmatched inbat. The two started fighting right there in the airport lobby. Paul quickly dialed his


    bodyguard’s number. For so many years, the CEO hardly spoke to anyone, let alone fought. My God,


    his wife was still alive!


    They didn’t bring any bodyguards. Paul was helpless and couldn’t assist Magnus in fighting the British


    man.


    “Magnus! Kidnapped your wife? Have you no shame? If it weren’t for you, would Buttercup have ended


    up driving into the sea? If it weren’t for you, would she have been in a life–or–death situation? How


    dare you call her your wife after all you’ve done? You killed her, do you know that?”


    Magnus? Driving into the sea?


    Natalia listened to their argument in confusion, and her forgotten memories were slowly resurfacing…


    She had received a disgusting video of Magnus and Kendra, and then she had miscarried. She drove


    like a madwoman, crashing through the guardrail of the bridge and plunging into the sea.


    The turbulent seawater rushed into the car. The cold water was filling her mouth and


    nose, but she didn’t feel any difort. Without her baby, she felt like a walking corpse, unable to feel


    any pain.


    Didn’t she die? Why was she still alive?


    It was Callum who had saved her, and then taken care of her for the past five years. And what about


    Magnus? What did he bring to her life besides pain?


    Natalia felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Yes, these were the memories she had intentionally


    sealed away for five years. No wonder she had chosen to lock these memories away. They brought


    nothing but pain and helplessness and were nothing worth remembering.


    As Natalia’s thoughts raced, Magnus and Callum continued their brawl on the floor. Neither of them


    yielded, throwing punches at each other with red–rimmed eyes.


    Their bodyguards stood helplessly aside, watching the fight without intervening. They were struggling


    so fiercely that they didn’t dare step in, fearing they would hurt their own boss.


    Onlookers in the airport had stopped to watch the spectacle. These two well–dressed men seemed


    important, yet they were rolling on the ground, fighting like children.


    “Callum, you’ll pay for this today!” Magnus said, delivering a punch to Callum’s left eye with swift,


    ruthless uracy.


    Callum cried out in pain, countering with an elbow to Magnus‘ chin. “Magnus, you murderous demon.


    I’ll take you down for Buttercup today! I’ve been wanting to beat you up for a long time!”


    The crowd of onlookers listened as the two burly men hurled usations at each other. They


    whispered and murmured amongst themselves, beforeing to a conclusion. No wonder people said


    behind every sessful man, there was a woman. Because while men conquered the world, women


    conquered men!


    Both men were bruised and battered. Magnus‘ bodyguards were summoned to the airport in waves and


    promptly apprehended Callum and his entourage.