Chapter 476
Natalia''s fingers gentlybed through Magnus'' hair, her voice soft and reassuring. "I know, | know all of that. But what
happened just now was really just a polite hug, so can you stop with the jealousy, my dear husband?"
In the midst of his busy day, Magnus paused and looked up at Natalia. "What did you just call me? Say it again."
Her eyes twinkled like crescent moons. "I said, can we stop with the jealousy, my dear husband?"
The term of endearment was music to Magnus'' ears. He yfully flipped Natalia beneath him. "My sweet wife, since it''s like that,
how about you take care of your dear husband? It''s the first time I''ve heard you call me that."
"That''s not true, I''ve called you ''hubby'' before."
“Have you? Maybe | forgot about it because | was so worked up about that jerk Richard. That won''t do. You need to make it up to
me.
Magnus pouted yfully, teasing Natalia with a suggestive nudge. "My dear, look, it''s eager to get back home."N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.
Natalia was already acutely aware of the urgency beneath her, her face flushing red. "No, it''s broad daylight, and I''m sure the
walls here are paper-thin."
"Don''t worry, my dear. I''ll be very careful not to make you make any noise,” Magnus whispered, his hands quickly working to
remove Natalia''s dress.
Natalia knew this man was in the mood, and there was no stopping him. Blushing, she let him have his way, trying her best to
keep quiet, not to make a sound.
Outside the window, the warm sunlight poured in, casting a blush on the intimate scene within.
After their passionate encounter, they realized it was already past noon. Swayed by Natalia’s words, Magnus no longer insisted
on taking Jonas away. But he pulled a fast one, insisting that Natalia leave the States with him no matter what.
Natalia argued with him for a long while, only to find herself persuaded by Magnus. She realized he was right; seeing Jonas
might only weaken his resolve. It would be better to toughen him up and let him get used to challenges and grow into a soaring
eagle. Besides, she had seen Jonas from afar. If she saw him up close, she couldn''t guarantee she wouldn''t cry and take him
home. So, it was better to listen to Magnus and go with him.
Having made up Natalia’s mind, Magnus quickly packed their bags and took Natalia away from the States.
They left in a hurry, without even saying goodbye to Richard. That man, who dared covet his wife—if it wasn''t for their long-
standing friendship, Magnus would have given Richard a piece of his mind!
The ne carried Magnus and Natalia away, while the rigorous training at the base continued.
Jonas had that grit, falling and rising again, bing his group’s youngest and most outstanding leader.
That day, Richard sat at the training field, pulling out a cherished portrait from his pocket, lost in its image. He remembered
Natalia''s gentle smile and missed her terribly. That petty man Magnus had taken her away without a word, which Richard found
really rude.
While he was mentally criticizing Magnus, he called out to Jonas, who was training with a sword, "Hey, kid,e here."
Jonas paused his training and ran over. His small figure was eclipsed by the sunlight. "Coach, what''s up? Is there something
wrong with my form?"
Richard patted the spot beside him. "Sit. I''ve got something cool to show you."
Jonas sat beside Richard with a skeptical look, "What''s cool?"
Richard unfolded the treasured portrait, showing it off. "Heh, check out this portrait, kid! Doesn''t it look just like me? Captures my
rugged charm and wise warrior spirit, doesn''t it?"
“Hmm, it does look like you, exactly," Jonas agreed. Though not buying into Richard''s self-praise, he added with a smirk, "As for
rugged charm and wise spirit, | can''t really see it.”
Richard was in a good mood and didn''t mind the teasing. Instead, he asked Jonas seriously, "Guess who drew this?"
Jonas shook his head; he wasn''t irvoyant after all.
Richard lifted his chin proudly. "Ha, can''t guess, huh? Let me tell you, it''s your mom''s work."
Jonas'' eyes widened in disbelief. "What? My mom? When did you meet her?"
Richard briefly mentioned how Natalia and Magnus had secretlye to see Jonas, then mused, "Your mom is a beautiful
woman. Your dad lucked out. Kid, can | pursue your mom?"
"Don''t even think about it," Jonas stood up, looking disdainfully at Richard. "My mom will always belong to my dad. Give up on
that fantasy!" With that, Jonas strode off, leaving Richard with a cold little silhouette.
Richard chuckled and shook his head, murmuring, "Like father, like son, huh!"
At Oakwood Manor, Gabby was forced to work the fields just like the other women there. She had never done such backbreaking
labor before and struggled to adapt. Her body ached from the effort, but to survive, she learned from the other women, enduring
the hard work with gritted teeth.
On this particrly hot day, Gabby toiled in the fields, sweat soaking her clothes. She rolled up her sleeves and pant legs, but it
did nothing against the relentless sun.
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Grant had a bit of a reputation around the farms for his flirtatious escapades with the local women. Unfortunately for him, the
pickings were slim, and it wasn''t long before he grew tired of the same faces and weary smiles.
But today, as if stumbling upon a treasure trove, heid eyes on Gabby, the neer whose curves seemed to dance with the
rhythm of the countryside. It was as though she had emerged from the pages of an old folktale, igniting a spark of desire in
Grant''s heart.
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