Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 153

Chapter 153: Natalie In Pain Chapter 153: Natalie In Pain The man’s brow furrowed, and he took a step forward.

“It is my business when I’m the owner of this hotel.” He glanced at Natalie over John’s shoulder, and could clearly guess what was wrong with her.

“I know her.

I’m Steve Davis-her friend, Mia’s fiancé.” Though he was not on good terms with Mia, Steve felt it was the way to assure John.

Hearing Mia’s name, John relaxed slightly, though he kept his guard up.

“She’s not feeling well, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interfere.” “John€¦” Natalie’s weak, pained voice reached him.

“Hurry€¦” Steve stepped aside from his suite’s door, gesturing toward it.

“Take her to my suite.

That one’s under maintenance.” John shot him a wary glance, debating whether to trust him, but he had no choice.

He wrapped an arm around Natalie to support her as she leaned heavily against him, desperate for any comfort, even if it was John.

He guided her inside the suite, her grip on him tightening with each step.

Once inside, he eased her toward the sofa, but she clung to him for the wrong reasons-her drugged mind clouding her intentions.

With firm resolve, he gently but forcefully pushed her onto the sofa to break her hold.

Natalie curled up on the cushions, her expression contorted with pain, her body glistening with sweat.

John stepped back immediately, keeping his distance.

“The doctor will be here soon.

Stay put.

I’ll be just outside.” “Don’t€¦ go€¦” Natalie’s voice was a pained plea, her eyes filled with desperation.

But John ignored the plea, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

He took his place outside, standing guard like a sentinel and pulled out his cellphone again to check something.

Steve was still waiting in the hallway.

“I’ve already called the doctor,” he said, his tone measured.

John met Steve’s gaze with a cold, indifferent stare, offering no thanks.

He gave a slight nod.

“You can leave now.” Steve studied John with a mix of frustration and suspicion.

He had gone out of his way to offer his private suite and summon medical help, yet this bodyguard showed no sign of gratitude.

Though his connection to Natalie was distant now, Steve couldn’t bring himself to walk away.

He knew who John was-he’d seen him in the news, protecting Natalie from a mob of reporters-but that didn’t mean he trusted him.

“Once the doctor I called arrives, I’ll leave,” Steve said, his tone firm.

“This is my hotel, and I won’t allow anything inappropriate to happen here.” John shot him a cold glare.

“Inappropriate has already happened.” Steve returned the glare with equal intensity.

“Aren’t you her bodyguard?

What were you doing when it happened?” A sharp cry came from inside the room.

“Ahhh€¦” Natalie’s scream could be heard out of the door, filled with unbearable pain.

John’s heart lurched, but he forced himself to stay calm, quickly made a call.

“Where are you?

How much time?” Steve, alarmed, also reached for his phone and stepped toward the corridor’s glass wall to check the status of the doctor he had summoned.

At that moment, the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and a tall man stormed out like a wild gust of wind, flanked by two others.

Steve, caught off guard, ended his call abruptly.

He only caught a glimpse of the man’s side profile before the man marched toward the suite.

The man stopped in front of John, who immediately opened the door for him.

He offered a murderous glare to John, “I will deal with you later,” and entered the suite.

His words were low, but the murderous intent behind them was unmistakable.

John closed the door behind him and resumed his position outside, silent and still, knowing full well that this time, he had made a grave mistake-and that the punishment would follow.

Noah witnessed the exchange.

His expression softened with sympathy for John, but he knew nothing could be done.

John would face the consequences, and they would be harsh.

Steve approached, his expression uneasy.

“The doctor will be here in fifteen minutes.” “Thank you,” John replied curtly, “but you should leave now.” Steve hesitated.

“Who is that man?” “Her husband,” John said flatly, making it clear the conversation was over.

Steve was stunned.

Her husband?

He had heard rumors that Natalie’s husband was a lowly gigolo, but this man-he was anything but ordinary.

The way he carried himself, the aura of power and danger, and the fury in his words directed at John-all of it pointed to someone far more dangerous than gossip suggested.

Steve would have doubted about Natalie’s safety, but the way the bodyguard was trying to protect and the way that man angrily warned John, it clearly showed he was here to protect Natalie.

Feeling assured, Steve left while wondering, ‘Shall I inform Mia?’ He almost pulled out his cellphone to call her, but€¦’She would come here running and the situation won’t be pleasant for her to witness.’ He decided against it.

Instead, he called someone else, “When doctor Sean arrives, send him to my suite quickly,” and hung up the call.

—– Inside the suite, Justin rushed to Natalie, who was curled up on the floor, her back facing him.

She whimpered in pain, her hair a tangled mess, clinging to her sweaty neck where her nails had scratched, leaving visible red marks.

“Natalie!” He knelt beside her, gently grabbing her hands to stop her from further hurting herself.

He turned her over, and his heart sank.

Her face was flushed crimson, her expression twisted in agony.

A fury surged through him, the desire to slaughter anyone responsible for her suffering burned in his chest.

Feeling his familiar presence, Natalie stirred.

Her hazy eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus.

Her throat felt dry, and she gulped painfully.

With trembling lips, she whispered, “Ju…

sti…

n…” “I’m here,” he murmured, brushing her damp hair away from her face.

“You’re going to be alright.

The doctor is-” He stopped mid-sentence as she suddenly lifted herself and buried her face against his neck, her mouth pressing hungrily into his skin like a desperate animal.

His breath hitched.

“Natalie?”