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.

Save that for your arrogant boss, Justin Harper,"

his boss, but this woman seemed to be an exception. She

word, he hurried over to the TV and turned it on, not

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,

managed to offend this woman so deeply when he clearly seemed to care about her. He still remembered the chilling coldness that emanated from Justin when he informed him that Natalie had been attacked,

an eyebrow. "These reporters are fast, and my sister can’t wait to

the center table

chair from the dining table. He sat down

Then she muttered under her breath, "Fit people and their tantrums. Such disrespect toward a tasty

cleared his throat, unsure whether to feel flattered that she called him fit or offended by the

food, she might launch into another tirade against him. On that day, I’ll

spoke to your sister, she told us to ask

ended up being recorded by someone, infringing on our privacy. We will make sure to find the

are you saying such incidents often happen to you? Does your sister always resort

being caught off guard, as if she hadn’t intended to say too much. "I... didn’t mean it that way. My sister is usually good to me," she replied,

what she wanted the reporters to believe. A murmur spread through the crowd, with whispers suggesting that

out of ten," Natalie commented dryly. "What do you

seven," he replied, trying

giving her a seven, you’re insulting her acting skills. Look at

tell us why your sister slapped you," another reporter

"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 fragile. We both care deeply for our grandpa, but she took his condition