Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 115

Chapter 115: I Like The Way You Are Chapter 115: I Like The Way You Are Julia went to meet Albert, her mind still uneasy about the lie she thought Justin had told the old man.

Inhaling deeply, she entered the room, where a nurse was changing his IV drip.

“How are you, Albert?” Julia asked, trying to suppress her unease.

“I’m good,” Albert offered her a light smile.

“Have a seat.” Justin and Natalie accompanied her as well.

Natalie’s heart raced with another series of lies, while Justin remained calm and unfazed, as if nothing was amiss.

Natalie glanced at him, who stood by her side.

This man truly has thick skin, while I might die of anxiety.

Justin looked back at her, his expression nonchalant.

She sighed and looked away.

“I’m not sure what to say to you,” Julia began hesitantly.

“I know you weren’t aware of anything either,” Albert said gently, “but as elders, we should just respect their wishes.” She smiled awkwardly.

“You’re right.

And at least I didn’t have a heart attack like you did after finding out.” She tried to lighten the tension.

Albert chuckled.

“True.

My heart has really gotten weak.” “Don’t worry about anything and rest well.

Justin will take care of everything, including Natalie.” Albert nodded.

“He’s a fine young man.

You’ve raised him well.” Julia smiled.

“That I know, but he can be quite troublesome at times, and I want to beat him.” Albert laughed softly.

“Grandkids are like that.

But now that we’re family, we can look after them together.” Julia nodded.

Well, Justin and Natalie were truly her family, and having another old man in the family wouldn’t be so bad.

She felt relived that Albert didn’t ask anything more as she didn’t want to lie about anything.

But her heart hurt for being a part of lies now.  —– Natalie returned to her office while Justin personally drove Julia back to the hotel.

As they drove, he spoke, “Grandma, Father is worried about you.

You should call him and let him know when you plan to return.” “That brat€¦ so he remembers he has a mother,” Julia frowned.

“He called me the day you arrived, and I told him you were with me,” Justin explained.

“Also, it’s been a while since you’ve been here, and staying in a hotel isn’t good for you.

You should return home.” She glared at him.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” “No, Grandma.

I’m just concerned about you,” he replied.

“At home, there are servants to take care of you, so Father and I won’t have to worry.

Staying in a hotel for too long isn’t ideal.” “What happened to your home?” She asked.

“You know Natalie has been busy so I didn’t pester her for working on it.

It might take a while and I do not wish to stay in the hotel.” “Hmm, I’ll think about it.

For now, take me to Andrew’s home,” she instructed.

—- While at the office, Natalie’s cell phone buzzed with a message, notifying her of the bill for the hospital room she had stayed in for half the night.

“What the hell?

This is more expensive than a hotel room!

That jerk really expects me to pay for it when he’s sitting on a mountain of wealth.

Petty, stingy bastard.” Though reluctant, she paid the bill anyway.

“If he’s going to be that petty, then I can be just as bad,” she muttered, scrolling through her phone.

After a few moments, she sent him a message: “Jerk, I won’t let you be a freeloader either.

It’s my hard earn money.” —- Justin was busy working when he received a message.

It was from Natalie.

He opened it and almost laughed.

It was a detailed list of household expenses for the month, split for him to pay.

Without hesitation, Justin sent her the money.

Noah, who was nearby, asked, “Mr.

Harper, why did you ask me to send the hospital room bill to Ms.

Natalie?” His boss was the wealthiest man around, so why would he do such a thing?

Shouldn’t he, as a man, be responsible for all the expenses?

“So she could send me this,” Justin replied, placing his phone on the table.

Noah glanced at the screen and quickly understood what it was.

Still puzzled, Noah said, “I don’t get it.” Why was his boss so happy about paying such a small amount which was nothing more than a cost of a peanut for him.

“It’s time to get into the role of her husband, Aiden Hendrix,” Justin remarked with a slight smile.

“Aren’t husband and wife supposed to share expenses?” Noah awkwardly cleared his throat, almost wanting to remind his boss that Natalie was technically his step-sister.

But the killing glare he had received the last time he referred to Natalie as Justin’s sister was still fresh in his mind.

“Well, that’s right,” Noah agreed, forcing a smile.

He placed the tablet on Justin’s table.

“John sent this today.” Justin played the video and watched as Natalie strangled Briena in a fit of anger.

But what she said next was like music to his ears.

“You dare insult my husband?

Insult my husband ever again, and I’ll make sure that frail neck of yours snaps into pieces.” A wide smile spread across his lips as those words continued to echo in his mind.

“I never thought it would feel so great to be defended by your wife.” Noah once more wanted to remind him, She’s not really your wife, but€¦ Justin glanced at Noah and asked, “Isn’t it?” “Well…

I’m not married, so I wouldn’t know, Mr.

Harper.” “Then you should get married.” “I will,” Noah replied, but thought to himself, While working for you, Mr.

Harper, I see myself dying a virgin, let alone getting married in this lifetime.

—- In the evening, with Julia staying at Andrew’s place again, Justin decided to return to Natalie’s home.

He didn’t really have a reason to be there, considering Albert was still in the hospital, but he couldn’t help wanting to be with her and eat the food she cooked.

When he arrived, Natalie opened the door for him.

The sight of her- He almost wished to hug her.

But, she didn’t even acknowledge him and immediately turned back to the kitchen, as if his presence didn’t matter to her.

Justin could guess the reason for her displeasure and only smirked playfully.

He hung his jacket on the stand, washed his hands, and followed her to the kitchen.

Standing by the doorway, with his folded in front of his chest, one side leaning at the door frame, he watched her cook, a sight that inexplicably warmed his heart.

“What are you cooking today?” he asked.

“You can see for yourself,” she replied, her tone less than pleased, but focussed on her work.

“Did you know I was coming home?” he asked, seeing she was not cooking only for herself.

“I know some people, despite being wealthy, loves to mooch off of poor,” she replied sarcastically.  Justin was happy at the thought she considered him while cooking, and her sarcasm, her anger were like a tasty icing on his happiness.

Only she had the right to do it.

“Want some help?” He asked.

“No need.

Go sit outside.” “But I want to stay here and watch you cook.” “I’m not some skilled chef worth watching,” she muttered.

“I like the way you are.” Hearing it, her hands that were busy chopping, paused and she looked at him.