Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother - Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Want To Be My Workout Machine?

Chapter 199: Want To Be My Workout Machine?

‘How bold of her to claim she’d been with many men in Xyros City,’ Justin thought to himself, amused.

‘More likely, she kicked their asses rather than let them touch her.’ He decided not to call out her lie, letting her reveal the truth in her own time.

It would mean she trusted him completely.

Justin’s hands trailed down her neck, slipping beneath her top.

“Justin€¦” she murmured, as if to stop him.

“I need to fix what I messed up,” he replied, his hands moving to her back, under her loose top, finding the loose straps of her bra.

She blushed, feeling embarrassed that he was about to fasten it.

“I..I’ll do it,” she tried to move, but he held her steady with both his hands around her.

“Get used to it.

It would be happening often.

Know that you are stuck up with one greedy bastard for all your life.” Natalie swallowed, feeling her heart race at his words and the sincerity in his eyes, knowing he meant every word.

With a gentle touch, he hooked her bra, then drew his hands back, adjusting her top to make her comfortable once more.

“Thank you,” she said, preparing to get up from his lap, but he stopped her.

“I have something else to talk about.” “There’s no need to sit like this,” she replied, regaining her usual composure.

“I prefer it this way,” he said, wrapping his arms around her, making it clear he didn’t intend to let her go.

Realizing he was serious, she gave in, noticing the shift in his demeanor.

His flirtatious side had vanished, replaced by the serious and composed presence of Justin Harper.

“What is it?” she asked.

He took her hand, gently caressing the back of it with his thumb in a way that felt natural, almost intimate, like a husband’s touch.

“There’s a patient with a rare blood type who needs a bone marrow transplant to survive,” he began, his deep voice solemn.

“They’ve found a matching donor, and that donor is you, Natalie.” “Me?” she asked in surprise.

“How did they find me as a match?

I don’t remember ever volunteering for any bone marrow test.” “You’ve been to hospitals a few times in your life and might have undergone the necessary tests.

Is it that surprising to find a match?” Justin replied, feeling it was not the right time yet to tell her about how exactly it happened.

“Hmm, I suppose that’s possible,” she replied thoughtfully.

“So, they want me to donate my bone marrow?” Justin nodded.

“Who is the patient?” she asked.

“Would you doubt me if I said I don’t know?” Justin replied, his gaze serious.

“Or rather, we’re not allowed to know who the patient is.” She looked at him in surprise, but as she studied his expression, she knew he wasn’t lying.

He looked more tense than she did.

“Is there something you can’t tell me?” she asked, sensing there was more beneath the surface.

He stared at her, moved by her ability to understand him without question.

Her gaze showed she didn’t doubt him at all.

He nodded slightly.

“I can’t tell you everything right now, but I don’t want to lie to you either.

I promised I’d never deceive you, so I just need a little time to figure things out.

I’m still looking for answers.

Once I get them, I give you my word that I will keep nothing from you.” “I trust you,” she said with a reassuring look.

“And I’m willing to donate my bone marrow if it could help save someone’s life.

I hope it might even help you find the answers you need.” “Thank you,” he said, feeling deeply grateful for her understanding.

“When do I need to do it?” she asked.

“This week-probably in a day or two,” he answered, then added, “Do you have any commitments?” “Not really.

I can ask Ella and Dan to handle things,” she replied.

“You’ll need to rest for a few days afterward.

Even though it’s not a major surgery, the area might be sore for a while.” Seeing his concern, she smiled gently.

“I’ll be fine.” “Good,” he said and stood up as he lifted her in his arms.  She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, startled by his sudden action.

“What are you doing?” “Time for bed, wifey,” he replied, already striding toward the bedroom.

“I can walk,” she protested.

“You can give your legs a break.

I work out enough to carry both of us,” he said, effortlessly carrying her as if she weighed nothing.

She couldn’t help but laugh softly at his logic.

“When do you work out, anyway?

My place doesn’t even have gym equipment.” He entered the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed, immediately hovering over her.

He looked down at her flushed face, at the surprise of what he had done.

“I don’t need a gym equipment when I can have you,” he said looking down at her, “You can be the best gym machine for the most effective work out.

Want to be the one for me, my own personal living gym machine?” Pressed under him, she found her cheeks heated up, as she clearly understood the meaning.

Though not intimate with any man either, she was no naive woman to not understand the clear implication.

“Stop teasing me already,” she said, pressing her hands weakly against his chest.

“I’m not teasing.

I mean everything I say,” he replied, his gaze serious as he took in her beautifully flustered face.

She swallowed hard and said, “You said you’d stop if I asked you to.” He hummed thoughtfully.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t share my intentions.

I was just asking if you want to help me with workout.

Not now, but maybe soon.

Is that so hard to answer?” “I will think about it,” she said, trying to keep her calm.  “I will leave it at that you didn’t say no for it,” he moved away from her and lay next to her, “But be sure to answer me soon-unless you want me to lose all my muscles from lack of exercise.

You’d regret missing out on this once a sexy body of mine.” She couldn’t help but giggle.

“Such a narcissist.” Justin turned to look at her, a smile forming as he watched her giggle.

It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and seeing her so carefree was a rare, precious sight.