Chapter 349
"No worries, really, Natalia, I can wait. Honestly, if you can''t ept my feelings now, that''s okay. I can
wait until the day you''re ready to ept my affection. Don''t feel any pressure. Being in love with you is
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my business. I never expected anything in return. I''m content just being by your side."
The sincerity in Hector''s eyes filled Natalia with guilt. Magnus already upied her heart. There was
no room left for anyone else.
But she knew about Hector''s stubbornness. Sighing, she realized that continuing like this wasn''t an
option. She couldn''t selfishly let Hector waste his life pining for her. A sense of mncholy washed
over Natalia. She made up her mind to distance herself from Hector, to ensure he wouldn''t fall deeper.
"Hector, I understand your feelings for me. But I''m sorry, I really can''t reciprocate your feelings. I can
only apologize and hope that you find your own happiness soon," Natalia said sincerely.
Hearing her words, Hector felt a deep sense of destion. He didn''t want to hear her apologize
anymore. Hector reached out and gently tapped her on the nose. "Stop it. I was just trying tofort
you, so you wouldn''t keep ming yourself. Don''t overthink it, okay?"
Since Natalia refused to reciprocate his feelings, Hector decided to bury his affection for her deep
within his heart, hoping that one day, she would change her mind.
Finally, Natalia burst intoughter, believing that Hector was simply trying to cheer her up. Her previous
turmoil, caused by learning about Magnus'' new girlfriend, instantly dissipated, leaving her feeling much
better.
Picking up her paintbrush, she yfully looked at Hector. "Alright, let me repay you by painting a cool
portrait of you. Absolutely free."
"Sounds good," Hector replied with interest, pulling up a deck chair to sit down and act as Natalia''s live
model.
They tacitly avoided talking about Magnus'' situation in Melfort, temporarily restoring their superficial
harmony. But ignoring a problem didn’t make it disappear.
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Meanwhile, in Melfort, Magnus had be the target of local paparazzi. They monitored his every
move, practically camping out 24/7, desperate to capture any intimate moments between Magnus and
Diana.
At the most luxurious hotel in Melfort, the inside was filled with extravagant decor while the outside was
swarmed with paparazzi crouching down, straining their ears to catch any hint of gossip, waiting for
Magnus and Diana to emerge hand-in-hand.
"Damn, we''ve been staking out for days and haven''t seen Magnus and that chick step out together
once. How long do we have to wait?" Comined one tabloid journalist, dissatisfied with Magnus'' tight
control over information.
Another journalist pped him on the back of the head. "What are you thinking? He''s a big shot.
Countless media outlets would kill for an exclusive interview. Do you think he''ll just walk out and give
you a photo op? Are you out of your mind?"
"On top of that, these rich folks are full of tricks. There are too many things they need to hide. You
should be grateful if you can catch any small indiscretions," Another journalist added.
The one who was reprimanded was taken aback. "But this isn''t a solution either. They''re enjoying
themselves inside the hotel, why should we be out here getting eaten alive by mosquitoes?"
"Because you''re working, and they''re enjoying life. The gap between us is just that big. What can you
do about it?" A veteran journalist scolded the newbie, shaking his head in resignation. "Just keep on
waiting."
Meanwhile, on the top floor of the hotel, Magnus was pouring red wine for Diana. The rich aroma of the
wine filled the clear crystal ss, enticingly.
"Here''s to the beautiful Ms. Diana. May you enjoy your stay here," Magnus said with a sarcastic smile.
After several rounds of toasts from Magnus, Diana was quite tipsy. She swayed slightly as she
epted the ss, downing it in one go, slurring, "Okay, cheers, cheers..."
Noticing Diana''s slightly inebriated state, Magnus signaled to James, who was sulking nearby, hinting
that he should probe about the design drafts.
James scowled at the task. To be frank, he had no interest in this arrogantdy. But would Magnus
consider his feelings? Of course not. He had been given an ultimatum: find out about the design drafts
or spend a month in Antarctica dealing with the frostbite.
Choosing the lesser of two evils, James reluctantly epted Magnus'' order. He put on a charming
smile and approached Diana. "Ms. Diana, your design drafts are truly remarkable. How did youe
up with such brilliant designs?"
Although Diana was tipsy, she hadn''tpletely lost her wits. She looked up at James with a flirtatious
smile. "What''s so hard about that? I just design based on my feelings."
"And what feelings inspired these designs?" James probed further.
Diana''s tipsiness faded slightly. She suddenly felt that James was trying to pry information out of her.
From the moment they met, they had been relentlessly asking about the design drafts. Could it be that
they came here specifically for the design drafts, just like her brother had warned?
Although Diana had a bit of a spoiled and willful streak, she was far from the stereotypical blonde
bimbo. She continued to feign tipsiness,ughing off James'' questions. "Well, you know, it''s a feeling
that''s hard to put into words. I guess it''s all just inspiration, and the designs just sort of...flow out from
there. Why? You interested?"
James paused for a second, then poured Diana another ss of wine. "Not really. I was just so
impressed by your innovative and chic designs, Miss Diana. I couldn''t help but ask. I hope you don''t
mind."
As Diana listened to James'' half-hearted ttery, she began to question her own suspicions. They were
part of a multinational corporation; surely, they had ess to all sorts of experts. Why would they
resort to such games for a couple of simple sketches?