The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus)

Chapter 579

It was an old saying that a woman's closet was never quite complete, and even Elisea, known for her frosty demeanor, couldn't escape this universal truth. Though she was here on a mission to assassinate Jonas, she had to admit the man had a knack for understanding the desires of a woman's heart.

But apologies were due—despite the fact that his collection of dresses was passable to her critical eye, her mission remained unchanged.

Shaking her head, Elisea slipped out a cozy bathrobe from the wardrobe and tiptoed into the bathroom. After a comforting bath, weary from the day's endeavors, Elisea nestled herself into the plush cocoon of a down comforter and drifted off to sleep.

As she hovered on the edge of dreams, footsteps approached. Jonas pushed the door open and entered the room. His gaze softened like melting butter upon seeing Elisea curled up, as lazy and adorable as a kitten, under the covers.

He approached the bed slowly, peeled back the covers, and slipped in beside her, wrapping his arms around her petite frame. Elisea awoke with a start, her fist swinging instinctively. "Damn it!" Her punch was effortlessly caught by Jonas, who pulled her into his warm chest, forcing Elisea to turn and face him.

"You lousy perv—what do you think you're doing!?" Elisea glared at him, fuming like a steam engine. This jerk had the nerve to take advantage of her in her sleep—absolutely shameless!

Facing Elisea's fiery temper, Jonas grinned as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Nothing at all. | just want to hold you while we sleep."

Elisea was livid. His words were so infuriating. "Let go, you bastard, or | swear I'll kill you!" She struggled to break free from his embrace.

But Jonas, having shed his dinner-time charm, clung to her like a stubborn piece of bubblegum. "Quiet down, | just want to hold you, that's all. And you can't kill me."Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Elisea trembled with rage, struggling fiercely to kick him away. Her nightgown shifted during the struggle, revealing soft skin that darkened Jonas’ gaze with intensity. Inhaling the sweet scent of her hair, Jonas felt a strong surge of desire beneath him. He tapped Elisea's nose and warned her with the eyes of a wolf. "Stop moving, or I'll have to spank you!"

Anger made Elisea grind her teeth and she fought back harder.

Jonas’ patience wore thin; he flipped her beneath him, his voice rough and deep with restraint. "If you keep moving, | might just decide to devour you completely!"

Elisea tensed up, feeling Jonas becoming more dangerous by the second. She might have been single, but she was no fool. That despicable pervert! Internally cursing Jonas, she dared not move, watching him anxiously, fearful of his next move.

Elisea regretted seeking the brief warmth at dinner. She wished she had never slept in this forsaken place because now she was. pinned down and at the mercy of this jerk!

She tensed every muscle, breathing cautiously. "Jonas, I'm warning you, if you dare lay a finger on me, I'll never forgive you!"

Jonas cherished the thought of her everlasting entanglement. But he knew he had to play it slow and gentle. He softly nudged her pink, tense forehead with his nose, his voice softening. "Sweetheart, stay still, and | won't touch you."

Elisea huffed silently, "But you're practically crushing me! Jonas, you despicable jerk, | should have killed you when | had the chance."

Taking a deep breath, Jonas reluctantly climbed off her, still full of desire. "Relax, as long as you don't move, | won't. | just want to cuddle for a bit, | promise." He held Elisea tight, wishing he could fuse her into his being. Only he knew how much he had missed her these last three years.

Though Elisea was seething, she knew she stood no chance and resigned herself to just glaring at Jonas, wishing her gaze could torment him.

"Don't look at me like that unless you're inviting a kiss," Jonas teased, playfully licking his lips in anticipation.

Startled by his wolfish glint, Elisea quickly averted her gaze, pressing her lips tightly together.

Jonas adored her cute defiance. If it weren't for the fear of scaring her, he would have enveloped her in his arms and showered her with affection long ago.

Unable to move in Jonas’ embrace, Elisea slowly gave up struggling. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell asleep unknowingly, surrounded by his masculine scent,

Listening to her steady breathing and watching her angelic sleeping face, Jonas’ smile grew. He issecteri | foreh slightly Xo utterfly, cateful not to wake her. The soft touch filled his heart with sweetness. Seeing her deep in slumber, Jonas grew bolder, planting gentle kisses again and again. Please read the original content at .

As the moon cast a thick silver glow outside, Jonas finally ceased his childlike actions and whispered into her ear, "Sweetheart, you could never escape from me. Sleep tight, my treasure."

Unaware of his declarations, Elisea slumbered on, sweet as an angel in repose.

Jonas lay there with the warm, soft allure of Elisea nestled against him, yet sleep remained gepslisive tease, Every eotd oF his being seemed to be screaming for more intimacy, an advance towards the closeness they both craved. Please read the original content at .

Memories of their past intoxicating orgqsms swirled through Jonas' mind, each delicious moment urging him to make a move. Squinting his eyes, Jonas suddenly envisioned two cherubic figures appearing before him.

One, with a mischievous twinkle, urged him, "Go ahead, devour her. The delight is simply too exquisite to resist!" But the other, with a voice of righteousness, countered, "Hold on, you must take it slow, or you'll scare her away!"

The two tiny cherubs began to duel right before Jonas’ eyes, brandishing their forks in an epic ba tle for Hid ll usrerson veNas ce that the ie one was gaining the upper hand, about to revel in victory, when Jonas, with a swift slap of reality, sent it flying into the distance. Please read the original content at .