Chapter 143


    Natalia was making her way back to her room when she heard Magnus call out her name. Her heart


    clenched tightly, and she hurriedly made her way to his side. She bent down and asked, "Magnus, are


    you thirsty? I can get you some water."


    Magnus, still in a drunken stupor, opened his eyes and saw himself lying in bed. He asked in a daze,


    "Babe, is that you? I remember you didn''te to the dinner. It was...Isabe who danced with me,


    right?" He paused, realizing something didn''t sit right.


    He remembered dismissing Isabe, but now, his wife was here. A wave of heat washed over him,


    drowning him in difort. "Babe, I don''t feel good."


    A chill ran through Natalia. As she''d suspected, he still carried a torch for Isabe. Even now, he


    remembered dancing with her. She stared nkly at the man lying in bed, a chill spreading through her


    limbs and heart.


    She forcefully pulled her hand back from Magnus'' grasp, saying calmly, "Chase brought you back. I


    didn''t see Isabe."


    Magnus didn''t catch what Natalia said; his senses were clouded by the intoxicating haze of alcohol. He


    craved his wife like a man craving water in the middle of a desert. He was burning up, feeling like he


    was on the verge ofbustion. Due to the excessive alcohol, he felt weak.


    But the moment he grabbed Natalia''s hand, everything changed. It was as if her hand was a refreshing


    spring, instantly soothing his raging inferno.


    Magnus was in a drunken stupor, thinking his sudden lust was due to the alcohol, oblivious to the fact


    that Isabe had drugged him.


    Through his blurred vision, he watched the alluring Natalia, more beautiful than an angel. He noticed


    her frowning. Was she still upset?


    Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her closer, "Babe, be good. I want you."


    Magnus suddenly pulled her, causing Natalia to stumble and fall into his arms. She was stunned and


    forgot to get up.


    His body was as hot as fire. Natalia stared at the man whose eyes were filled with desire, recalling the


    image of him dancing with Isabe. She struggled against his hold.


    Now he wanted her, but did he cared about her when he was in the arms of another woman? Could he


    be so cruel as to mistake her for Isabe at this moment?


    "Magnus, look at me. I''m not Isabe. Don''t mistake me for someone else," Natalia said coldly, noticing


    his flushed face and realizing something was amiss.


    Magnus wouldn''t let her go. His kisses, wild and passionate, overpowered her senses. He kissed her


    fervently and desperately, as if he wanted to consume her in one gulp. Hearing Natalia''s words, he


    furrowed his brows, "What are you talking about, darling? I only touch my wife, no one else. Be good."


    His frenzied kisses were filled with longing,nding on Natalia''s eyes, nose, ears, and finally, her lips,


    where they lingered. This was a familiar taste, etched in his bones. His wife. Only she could drive him


    wild.


    Natalia struggled in vain, but it only served to further arouse Magnus. He patientlyforted the


    woman he loved the most, "Sweetheart, stop resisting. Be good. I need you."


    Natalia tried her best to evade Magnus'' kisses, but her body betrayed her. As much as she resented


    the man, her body craved his touch.


    Despite her struggles, she was unable to break free from Magnus'' hold, her clothes swiftly removed.


    His fiery cock prated her body. Natalia trembled as he imed her, like a wolf starved for a


    thousand years.


    Struggling to calm down, Natalia stared at the man lost in passion, his wildness frightening her. Time


    and again, she nearly fell off the bed. Natalia had no choice but to hold onto his shoulders.


    Then, she caught sight of a bright red lipstick mark on Magnus'' chest. Her mind went nk, and she


    almost lost consciousness.


    Despite her state, Magnus continued his passionate assault, oblivious to the tears streaming down her


    face and the icy coldness of her heart.


    When he finally slumped onto her, spent, Natalia pushed him off and headed to the bathroom.


    Left alone on the bed was Magnus, drunk and sated, unaware that his wife hadn''t returned till dawn.


    Inside the bathroom, Natalia was struggling to breathe. She turned the shower on full st, not


    bothering to remove the sleepwear she had hastily put on, washing herself relentlessly. The lipstick


    mark was a stark reminder of his infidelity, cutting into Natalia like a dull knife.


    Was it Isabe''s lipstick mark?


    For it to be in such a hidden ce, they must have had sex, right? Just like how he was with her now?


    Natalia shook her head in denial. Had Magnus and Isabe gone that far?


    She knew how strong his urge was, but to have her right after Isabe, it was dirty.


    She thought to herself: “Magnus, how else do you n on humiliating me? After sleeping with another


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    She closed her eyes, the pain in her heart unbearable. Letting the water wash over her, she couldn''t tell


    if the wetness on her face was tears or water. The water cascaded down, tracing the contours of


    Natalia''s body before pooling on the ground, doing nothing to wash away the bitterness in her heart.


    He had said, "Babe, in this lifetime, I''ll only love you. I''ve never had feelings for another woman. I


    wouldn''t touch anyone else."


    Were all men like this? Promising to love you while being entangled with another woman?


    After a long time under the shower, Natalia leaned against the tiled wall, letting the warm water wash


    over her. She felt as if she had walked into a dead end. What was she to do?


    She didn''t know how far things had gone between Magnus and Isabe, and she didn''t dare to think


    about it. If she was so insignificant, why was she still living here? Was she waiting for Magnus to kick


    her out? How many of his words were true?


    It took a full three hours before Natalia finally put an end to her self-destructive behavior. The sky


    outside was beginning to turn white. Dawn was breaking.


    Natalia slowly rose, grabbed a towel to dry herself off, and changed into fresh clothes from the


    wardrobe. She quickly gathered her luggage and passport, which Hector had helped her prepare the


    previous year, and surprisingly, it was nowing in handy.


    She had her schrship funds from school and the allowance that Kyler gave her from time to time.


    Adding up, there was a decent sum in her card, enough to afford a trip to France.


    Natalia retrieved her cell phone and sent a message to Lexi. [Lexi, I''m heading to France with you. I''ll


    be waiting at the airport.]