Chapter 83


    Lance swung the car door open and Sabrina hopped out, thanking him before heading toward the


    mansion. She intended to call out to Marian to go home and rest, but was startled to find a man seated


    on their living room sofa.


    As she pushed the door open, he slowly turned to her. They locked eyes and both froze.


    The man was dressed in a crisp white shirt, ck trousers, and his lengthy legs were crossed as he sat


    in the middle of the sofa. His handsome face was marked by a pair of cold eyes. When he saw the girl


    entering, a flicker of surprise shot through his eyes, but it vanished almost as quickly.


    Sabrina was dressed in a mint green maxi dress that entuated her slender waist, her shoulder-


    length hair loosely draped behind her. Her bright dark eyes were fixed on the man on the sofa.


    Carter was stunned. He had imagined this girl''s face a thousand times in his mind. He hadn’t imagined


    her to be so quietly elegant, radiating a sense of nobility. She was clearly ady of high birth.


    His heart skipped a beat.


    "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Where''s Marian?" Sabrina suddenly wondered if he


    was an intruder. She had been living here for almost two weeks and hadn''t encountered anyone else.


    Suddenly, a stranger was in her house, and Marian was nowhere to be found.


    The man on the sofa frowned, and his expression became even colder. Her house? He looked around.


    Wasn''t this his house? How had it be hers?


    "I''m Carter Cliff. How have you been, Ms. Shaw?" His voice was deep and slow, spilling from his throat.


    Carter Cliff? Sabrina''s mind raced and she soon realized who Carter was: her unseen fiancé.


    He had taken his sweet time to show up, hadn''t he? And now he was pretending to care about her well-


    being. He could mind his own business.


    Sabrina stood her ground, ring at Carter.


    Sensing Sabrina''s silence, Carter nced at her, noticing the defiant look in her eyes. He was struck


    by her anger; he hadn''t said anything wrong.


    He looked down at himself and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "What’s wrong, Ms. Shaw?


    Haven’t seen a handsome man before? The one who dropped you off seemed okay." Carter paused,


    slowly got up from the sofa, and walked toward Sabrina.


    "I''ve been away for a few days, and I apologize for any inconvenience caused. I hope you don’t mind,"


    he said, a mocking smile ying on his lips. Clearly, he had left her to see if she would get angry.


    Carter had a thought. If she felt lonely, she would call her grandfather for help. He had heard that her


    grandfather cherished her more than his life; surely he wouldn’t let her suffer. Maybe he would even


    take her back home.


    Suddenly, Carter was standing right in front of Sabrina, studying her. Her skin was soft and delicate,


    her eyes cast down, her long eyshes fanning across her cheeks.


    Sabrina had no intention of engaging him in conversation. She was nning to change her shoes and


    head straight upstairs to bed, treating him like invisible. However, Carter was blocking her way like a


    wall.


    She lifted her head, her eyes locked with Carter’s, and she burst into a cold, sarcasticugh, "Mr. Cliff,


    in my eyes, there are no handsome men, only irresponsible jerks and cowards. Some people may be


    good looking, but they act like children."


    "You…" Cowards? Who was she insulting?


    Carter was surprised by Sabrina''s sharp tongue. This was ady raised by the prestigious Shaw family.


    How could she use such vulgarnguage!


    Sabrina smiled as she passed him, leaving a trace of her perfume lingering in Carter''s nostrils. He


    stood at the entrance, watching as Sabrina walked upstairs without looking back. Her slim figure


    disappearing, leaving his mind to wander.


    Carter kicked the shoe rack by the door, cursing under his breath. He had been yed by this little girl.


    Great, just great.


    He was already frustrated from dealing with the Melfort brothers; he didn''t need to take it from this girl.


    She had a man drive her home in the middle of the night instead of staying at home. It seemed like she


    was trying to make him jealous even before they were married.


    He didn’t care for her. She could do whatever she wanted.


    But why was he so angry? He stormed upstairs, and seeing her door closed tightly, his temper red.


    This girl had no manners. She was living in his house and yet she was ignoring him.


    He kicked open his bedroom door, mming it shut forcefully, the sound echoing through the mansion


    like a mini earthquake.


    Sabrina sat on the bed with her eyes closed and heard the door m. She discreetly opened a crack to


    check. The hallway was quiet.


    She covered her mouth and chuckled. If he was upset, he could call her grandfather and call off the


    engagement, then she could go home. Humph!


    This was how their rivalry began.


    ...


    Days passed one after another as Magnus stayed busy with his work.


    A few dayster, Magnus returnedte at night, and he gently undressed Natalia, their bodies


    intertwining in a passionate and intimate dance.


    Natalia came downstairs the next morning, feeling sore and tired.


    Magnus, seated in the dining room, was enjoying his breakfast when he saw her. He shed a warm


    smile and called out to her in his rich,forting voice, "Good morning, darling."


    "Magnus, shouldn''t you be at the office by now?" Natalia was surprised to see him still at home,


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    considering it was alreadyte in the morning. Ever since Magnus had be the CEO of Andersen


    Corporation, he was rarely seen at home apart fromte at night.


    Hearing Natalia''s question, Magnus simply chuckled. Instead of answering, he motioned for her to join


    him. "Come over here, baby."


    Natalia was ustomed to his endearing nickname for her and his constant pampering. She didn''t


    protest. "Okay," she replied, seeing Magnus in such a mood and calling her "darling" in that intimate


    tone, she obediently went over to him.


    She had never expected Magnus to actually divorce Kendra and marry her. But so much time had


    passed, and there was no news from Kendra''s end. Magnus also didn''t say their divorce was finalized.


    Given Kendra''s meticulous nature, if they were indeed divorced, Kendra would undoubtedlye to


    make trouble for her. So, Natalia had no idea what the situation was and she didn’t want to ask.


    As Natalia descended the staircase towards the dining room, her intention was to find afortable


    chair to settle into and start her breakfast. However, as soon as she approached Magnus, before she


    even had the chance to sit on the chair which a servant had pulled out for her, he reached out. Ignoring


    the myriad of servants attending to him during mealtime, he simply pulled her into his embrace.


    “Magnus, you…” Natalia was taken aback by his audacity. Early in the morning, in front of all the


    servants, she found herself blushing at his bold actions.


    She grumbled internally: Magnus, you rascal, you''re so wicked. Always behaving this way, making


    intimate gestures towards her in front of the servants. Can''t he be a bit more considerate? Was he


    aware that because of his constant antics, each time she chatted with the servants and his name came


    up, they would snicker? It was bing overwhelmingly embarrassing.