Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 188

Chapter 188: You Pervert Chapter 188: You Pervert After a long, passionate kiss in the confined space of the car, Justin finally pulled back, gazing at her.

Her face was flushed, and she panted softly, trying to catch her breath, her eyes calm yet dazed.

His own breathing unsteady, Justin caressed her flushed cheek.

“Are you calm now?” She looked away, muttering, “Your way of calming me is outrageous,” and shifted back slightly.

“As long as it helps you clear out any troubling thoughts,” Justin replied smoothly.

“When you’re with me, I want to be the only thing on your mind.” Natalie stayed silent, knowing that arguing with him was useless.

After a moment, Justin gently held her hand and asked, “Were you scared back there?” She nodded slightly.

“I didn’t want you to be in any trouble.” “And what if I had been in trouble?” he teased.

“Would you have abandoned me for sleeping with that woman in drugged condition?” “Stop talking nonsense,” she warned as her gaze turn darker.

“All I know is that if that had happened, the Fords would have lost one of their daughters.” “I don’t doubt it,” he replied with a smirk.

After a moment, she asked, “How did you figure out their plan and avoid it?” Justin chuckled, running his thumb over her hand.

“All you need to know is that you’re with the smartest man in the world-and it’s impossible to fool him.” She frowned, rolling her eyes slightly.

“Narcissist.” Justin could only smile lightly.

‘One day you will know for sure who I truly am.’ —- After Natalie and Justin left, the party wound down in the aftermath of the drama.

The guests gradually departed, while Sephina seethed over what had transpired.

She arranged for Albert to be taken back to the hospital, and a doctor was called to check on Briena, who now lay on a couch, exaggerating her pain from Natalie’s kick to avoid further questioning or reprimands.

Ivan sat by her side as the doctor finished treating her.

“Clara, didn’t I tell you to keep Lily away from this family?

How did she end up here?” Sephina’s voice echoed sharply through the room.

“M-Mother, I don’t know how it happened,” Clara stammered, palms sweating.

“She must have found her way in somehow.” Sephina turned her icy gaze on Briena.

“And you, why did you tell Natalie that her husband was with Lily?

What were you trying to pull?” “Grandma€¦ I don’t know€¦” Briena replied weakly.

“Suddenly, she came at me, demanding to know where her husband was.” She glanced at Irene for support.

“Yes, Mrs.

Ford,” Irene chimed in.

“We saw him heading into that room and told her.

Her husband is a gigolo, after all, so I assumed it was him with Lily.

We didn’t know it would escalate like this.” Sephina’s eyes narrowed as she took in their excuses, then turned to Clara.

“If I ever see that woman, Lily, around us again, I’ll make sure you pay for it.” Clara felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Yes, Mother.

I understand.” As Sephina left the room, Clara turned back to Briena with a forced smile.

“Don’t worry, dear.

None of this is your fault.

Whatever Natalie and her husband tried to pull, you’re not to blame.

Don’t be upset.” Briena looked hesitantly at Ivan.

“Ivan, I’m sorry you had to witness another mess in our family.” Ivan said nothing, merely standing up.

“Take care,” he said curtly, then looked to his sister.

“Irene, let’s go.” With that, he turned to leave, his expression unreadable.

Irene gave Briena an assuring look before walking away.

On the drive home, Irene turned to Ivan.

“That Natalie is too much.

She married a gigolo and thinks every other woman is after him.

Who would even fancy a gigolo unless she’s…

well, a woman like her, a slut?” Ivan remained silent, focused on the road, his face serious as he looked straight ahead.

“They shamelessly kissed in front of everyone.

Natalie truly has no shame,” Irene continued.

“Enough, Irene.” Ivan finally spoke, his voice firm.

She looked at him, surprised.

“Ivan, even after everything she’s done, you’re still defending her?

She chose a gigolo over you-doesn’t that bother you at all?” “This has nothing to do with you.

Now, be quiet,” he replied, clearly annoyed.

Irene stared at him, stunned.

“You never used to scold me for talking about Natalie, but now you’re upset.

Don’t tell me you’re still interested in her after all this…” “Do you want me to keep driving, or should I drop you here in the middle of the road?” he asked coldly.

Irene fell silent, watching him with a conflicted expression.

What’s gotten into him all of a sudden?

He never loved Natalie, so why the change?

Has he taken an interest in that woman now?

No way.

I can’t let this happen.

Briena has to know.

—– Natalie and Justin returned home.

Natalie went to freshen up while Justin busied himself on a phone call.

He hadn’t had time to fully process his recent conversation with his lookalike since heading to the Fords’ event, and now, finally, he could follow up.

“Tell him I need the full story-why he wants Natalie and why he expects me to bring her without her knowing,” Justin instructed on the call.

“If he can’t answer any of that, then he can go to hell and take his secrets to the grave while I live as Natalie’s husband.” “Yes, Mr.

Harper,” the person on the other end replied.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Justin opened it to find Ryan holding a takeout order.

Taking it from him, Justin thanked him and closed the door.

When Natalie came out, dressed comfortably, she found Justin setting the table.

“Food?” she asked, surprised.

“You didn’t eat anything with all that drama tonight, so I’m sure my wife is hungry,” he replied, focused on arranging the dishes.

Now that she thought about it, she was starving.

This man always seems to know what I need, she thought.

Justin looked at her and grinned.

“I know you’re touched.

But don’t worry, sooner or later you’ll get used to my thoughtful care.” She frowned, trying not to show how accurate he was.

“You think too much.

I know you’re hungry, which is why you ordered it,” she said, taking a seat and eyeing the food.

Justin settled into his chair across from her, his gaze lingering on her with a meaningful glint.

“I’m definitely hungry,” he said with a smirk, “but not for this food.” Understanding the implication, she quickly served more food onto his plate and said, “Eat,” adding silently in her mind, You pervert.

“I wouldn’t mind if you said that out loud,” Justin said, amused.

“Cursing might add some spice to our relationship.” “Eat,” she repeated, tone slightly exasperated.

With a quiet laugh, Justin picked up his utensils and obeyed.