Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 39: Natalie’s Home

The black SUV came to a stop in front of the residential building gate in the High Avenue area. The residences here weren’t overly expensive, but they weren’t cheap either.

Natalie had purchased a home for herself a few months ago, having earned enough as a director at Browns. However, she had never had the chance to move in, not wanting to upset her grandfather, who was thrilled to have her back and preferred her to stay with him.

The security guard allowed the car to enter the premises. As soon as Natalie stepped out, a truck arrived, filled with the items she had already ordered to furnish her new home. Spending that boring time in the hospital while selecting things for her home paid off.

"John, I might need your help today," Natalie said, now becoming accustomed to John’s presence. Given her still paining ankle, having him help was not a bad idea when anyways he was going to be around to keep watch on her.

"Of course, Miss Natalie. Just let me know what you need," John replied.

"That’s all the stuff I ordered for my home. You’ll need to help me guide them."

He nodded, and Natalie began instructing the workers while she headed upstairs to her apartment via the elevator.

The moment she entered her new home, she sighed, ’I design homes for others, but my own is nothing more than an empty shell.’

It wasn’t a large apartment, but it had a cozy layout—a living room, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a deck, and some additional useful space.

Within an hour, the once-empty apartment was transformed into a lively, cozy space, thanks to the workers’ efforts in cleaning and arranging the furniture. The essentials were all in place, giving the home a welcoming feel.

After the workers left, Natalie slumped onto the sofa, exhausted. "Thank you so much, John. I should treat you to a meal," she offered.

"There’s no need, Miss Natalie. I’m here to help and protect you," John responded politely.

to be so humble with me, John. Save that for your arrogant boss, Justin

one ever dared to badmouth his boss, but this woman seemed to be an exception. She never missed a chance to curse Justin, and surprisingly, Justin didn’t seem to

John received a notification on his phone. Without a word, he hurried over to the

are you so eager to watch on TV?" Natalie asked, watching John as he flipped through the channels. "Don’t tell me your boss is finally doing a face reveal so the whole world can see that the mysteriously infamous Justin Harper is nothing special—just an arrogant, annoyingly self-centered, and narcissistic son of a wealthy

care about her. He still remembered

was talking to the reporters. Natalie raised an eyebrow. "These reporters are fast, and my

of wafers from the snack basket temporarily placed on the center table and tossed one to John. "Have a seat. Let’s enjoy my

a chair from the dining table. He sat down but

a snack isn’t going to make one of your abs disappear." Then she muttered under her breath, "Fit people and their tantrums. Such disrespect toward

offended by the word ’tantrum’.

launch into another tirade against him. On that day, I’ll definitely take a sick leave

ask you why she slapped you,"

that ended up being recorded by someone, infringing on our privacy. We will make sure to find the person responsible and take legal action.

you saying such incidents often happen to you? Does your sister

hadn’t intended to say too much. "I... didn’t mean it that way. My

wanted the reporters to believe. A murmur

ten," Natalie commented dryly. "What do you think,

he replied,

seven, you’re insulting her acting skills. Look at how easily she’s

Briena, please tell us why your sister slapped

somber. "Our grandfather was admitted to the hospital. He learned about what happened during my sister’s wedding and went into shock. His heart is already