The Imposter Bride

Chapter 206

She’s all alone now, so if Cal’s wish was to make her his wife, maybe she could give it a shot. She could try to be a good wife and a good mother.

The car started again, snaking its way through the road.

Callum couldn’t help himself. He was so happy he was laughing uncontrollably all the way. It’s a good thing they weren’t on a main road, otherwise, he’d surely be mistaken for a lunatic and taken away.

Natalia sat quietly in the back of the car, silently observing Callum’s raw expressions of joy. Perhaps being his wife was her final destiny.

Soon enough, Callum drove Natalia to the airport in England,

When they got out of the car, Callum’s staff had already taken care of everything and were waiting at the airport entrance. Tossing his car keys to his assistant, Callum randomly picked six bodyguards in black suits and gestured for them to board the plane with him.

Having gone through all the boarding procedures, Natalia sat quietly by the window, holding her mother’s urn. Callum sat next to her, holding her hand tightly. Despite being in public, he couldn’t contain his joy and greeted everyone who passed by their seats with a beaming smile. Some passengers returned his smile, but others, frightened by his seemingly manic behavior, hurried away.

None of this could dampen his spirits. He even started humming a tune, occasionally tapping his foot to the rhythm.

Natalia found Callum’s childish behavior quite embarrassing. With all the people on the plane, Natalia tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible by the window, but they were still the center of attention, which made her incredibly uncomfortable.

What Natalia didn’t know was that people were staring not because of Callum’s eccentric behavior, but because of their striking good looks.

Their beautiful faces had earned them the title of the “golden couple.” Men wished for a girlfriend as beautiful as Natalia, while women desired a boyfriend as handsome as Callum. Natalia was too preoccupied with her thoughts to notice the envious glances thrown their way.

The plane slowly took off, picking up speed in mid–air and quickly reaching above the clouds.

As England slowly disappeared beneath her, Natalia felt a mix of emotions as she found herself back home, the home she had left five years ago.

She said she was returning to bury her mother, but for some reason, there was another unfamiliar voice in her heart, calling her, beckoning her to come back. The voice was

following her heart and returning to her roots.

The plane slowly landed at Melfort Airport. Cal and Natalia walked off the plane side by side, heading towards the exit. The airport terminal was bustling with people, and very lively.

Holding the urn, Natalia’s face was gloomy. “Mom, you’re finally back! This is your homeland. After more than twenty years, you’re finally back,” Natalia said quietly.

For some reason, from the moment she set foot in Melfort, her heart started to race. She didn’t know what was making her anxious; she just had a hunch that she shouldn’t have come back.

This city was the place she had once stayed, so why did it feel so unfamiliar? Her intuition told her that the owner of the voice that often appeared in her dreams lived in Melfort.

Callum noticed Natalia’s low spirits and put his arm around her shoulder. “What’s wrong, Buttercup? Are you feeling unwell?”

Natalia shook her head, forcing a smile. “It’s nothing. I just feel strange being back here. Let’s go.” She always felt like there was someone in her mind, vague and blurry. Every time she thought about it, Natalia would have a severe headache.

If she couldn’t remember it, then it was best not to think about it. There must’ve been a reason she couldn’t recall it.

Hearing Natalia say this, Callum immediately became anxious, fearing that Natalia would remember her past. He wasn’t afraid of Natalia rekindling her old feelings for Magnus, but more afraid that Natalia would get hurt again.

Five years ago, when he rescued her from the sea, her face was pale, and she was barely breathing, on the verge of death. In order to get Natalia the best treatment, Callum didn’t even have time to settle scores with Magnus. He took Natalia back to England in a hurry.

In the past five years, all his focus had been on taking care of Natalia, naturally leaving no time to deal with Magnus. He wished that Natalia would never remember any of it. He wouldn’t put her through that pain again.

This time, he came back to bury Lena with his beloved Buttercup. If they didn’t run into Magnus, it would be for the best. But if they did, he would definitely give him a good beating before settling the score for almost causing Natalia’s death.

Fortunately, Natalia didn’t say more and left the airport with Callum.

The journey to Lena’s hometown went smoothly because Callum had taken care of everything in advance. After a brief period of busyness, he accompanied Natalia throughout the process and finally gave Lena a decent burial.

Looking at the beautiful scenery around the grave, Natalia felt a flood of emotions. “Rest

In peace, Mom. You’re finally home,” she whispered. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

After everything was taken care of, Callum immediately booked tickets to return to England. He didn’t want Natalia to stay in this sorrowful place for long. Natalia originally wanted to visit Kyler, but he decided against it. It was better to let everything end, and to disappear from this world.

Callum had an uneasy feeling, a nagging worry that Magnus, that complete jerk, might’ve been lurking around. If Callum ever did bump into Magnus, he’d give him a piece of his mind, no doubt. But what he feared most was stirring up painful memories for Natalia.

So, on their second day back in Melfort, after they’d taken care of all their affairs, Callum and Natalia returned to Melfort Airport, ready to catch their flight back to England.

The airport terminal was as bustling as ever. Natalia walked alongside Callum. A touch of melancholy was creeping into her heart. She had finally laid her mother to rest in her hometown, yet she was already on the verge of leaving.

Although she knew there were no more family ties keeping her here, why did she feel a pang of reluctance to leave?