The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 398

The breakfast table was blanketed in heavy silence, only to be broken when James, freshly showered,

led little Jonas to their seats and began to dig into his morning stack of pancakes. He cast a curious

glance at the two young couples, each wearing a different shade of discontent, and couldn't help but

muse to himself about the bliss of bachelorhood.

"Hey, Cal, you hungry?" Natalia's voice sliced through the quiet. "Come grab some breakfast with us."

She beckoned Callum over with a gentle smile.

Callum's gaze was firmly fixed on Lexi. His appetite for food was utterly forgotten. He shook his head

slowly, responding more to Lexi than to Natalia. "Why don't I hold Mason for a bit? You go ahead and

eat."

His offer only made Lexi clutch their son tighter, her eyes wary. "Don't even think about swiping my boy.

He's mine, I'm telling you."

"Of course, of course, the kid's yours, and you're all mine," Callum whispered back, a hint of This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

playfulness in his tone.

Natalia tried to suppress a giggle. Who would have thought the usually soft-spoken Cal could show

such a cheeky side? It was clear as day he was head over heels for Lexi.

"Lexi, come on, let's eat. We're all here, Cal won't run off with Mason," Natalia reassured her softly.

Lexi finally relented, handing Mason to Callum before joining Natalia for breakfast.

Magnus, who had followed them to the table, began to clink his fork against his plate with an

exaggerated flair. "My, the breakfast is particularly scrumptious today, isn't it?"

Natalia rolled her eyes at him. She couldn't tell what was so special about today's fare.

Callum, catching Magnus' sarcasm, was too preoccupied with his own turmoil to bite. He was busy

trying to clear the air with Lexi and had no time to entertain Magnus' antics.

He wasn't getting the reaction he hoped for, so Magnus went back to his meal, feeling a tad childish for

his earlier behavior.

After breakfast, Natalia and Lexi retreated to the small garden in the back, whispering about the truths

behind Callum's words. Meanwhile, Mason and Jonas chased each other around the garden, with

Magnus and James stepping in as temporary caregivers. Callum sat on a bench, alone and restless,

frequently checking his watch, clearly anxious.

Lexi shot Callum a glance and confided to Natalia in a hushed tone, "Look at him, he can't even sit still.

It's obvious he's waiting for someone. How am I supposed to believe anything he says?"

Natalia chuckled softly. "Silly girl, didn't you say he called some princess over? I bet he's just too

tongue-tied to explain things to you and is waiting for her to do it."

"Really?" Lexi's expression softened as she continued to chat with Natalia.

Lexi was never one to mince words. Unlike the more insightful Natalia, she was a straightforward,

spirited woman who wore her heart on her sleeve. She had started to believe Callum during his

explanation. Being locked away by Rita had made her distrustful, but now that she had reflected on it,

there were too many inconsistencies. If Callum had truly wanted a divorce, he could have told her

directly. There was no need for subterfuge through a maid.

Lexi couldn't be sure whether Callum's love was genuine, but the idea of him suddenly turning so

conniving didn't sit well with her. She had been tormented by their separation, almost to the point of

breaking. Now, it was only fair that Callum tasted a bit of that torment before she let things slide.

If Callum was waiting for this princess to clear things up, then she would hear her out. But whether to

believe her or not, Lexi would decide herself.

Lost in thought, Lexi glanced at Callum, who now looked noticeably thinner. Could it be that he was

pining for her?

Callum suddenly stood up as she pondered and hurried away without a word. Stunned, Lexi wondered

if she had been too capricious, and had driven him away with her antics. "Natalia, was I too hard on

Callum?" She asked, seeking advice.

Natalia saw Callum's abrupt departure and noticed Lexi's concern. "Of course, you were! Now, go

catch him and clear up this misunderstanding," she urged, pulling Lexi toward the door.

By the time they reached the entrance, Callum had vanished into the emptiness of the room. Lexi's

face fell. "Natalia, I must've gone too far, and now I've driven Callum away."

"No worries, he must've had a reason to leave in such a hurry. He wouldn't just leave without saying

goodbye," Natalia reassured her, pulling out her phone. "I'll give him a call and see what's up."

As they spoke, Callum re-entered from the front door, followed by a statuesque blonde with piercing

blue eyes and a fashion-forward outfit.

Seeing Natalia and Lexi, Callum paused before introducing the woman behind him. "Uh, this is Angela.

Angela, this is Natalia, and my wife, Lexi."

Angela's figure was striking, and her red lips were alluring. She approached them with a seductive

grace, greeting them politely, "Ms. Natalia, Mrs. Frerotte. It's a pleasure. I'm Angela."

Natalia responded cordially, "Nice to meet you, Angela."

Lexi nodded. "Hello, but he and I are no longer together. Ms. Lexi will do."

Lexi's cheeks flushed with a hint of suspicious color, and she stammered, "Oh, not at all. It's just that,

well, I've got one of those faces, you know, the kind everyone seems to recognize."

And thus, Lexi would take that secret to her grave and never confess, not in a million years.