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.

humble with me, John. Save that for your arrogant boss, Justin Harper," she

engage. No one ever dared to badmouth his boss, but this woman seemed to be an exception. She never

phone. Without a word, he hurried over to

me your boss is finally doing a face reveal so the whole world can

when he clearly seemed to care about her. He still remembered the chilling coldness that emanated from Justin when he informed him that

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

two packets of wafers from the snack basket temporarily placed on the center table and tossed one to John. "Have a seat.

caught the packet and pulled up a chair from the dining table. He sat down

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

him fit or offended by the word ’tantrum’. He decided to open the pack anyway and

sees how much Mr. Harper hates junk food, she might launch into another tirade against him. On that day, I’ll definitely take a sick leave rather

to your sister, she told us to ask you why she slapped you," a reporter’s voice came

to find the person responsible and take legal action. As for the incident, it was just a misunderstanding on my sister’s part. But as her younger sister, I choose to forgive her,

you? Does your sister always resort to hurting you?" a

much. "I... didn’t mean it that way. My sister is usually good to me," she replied, her

calculated, subtly suggesting what she wanted the reporters to believe. A murmur spread through the crowd, with whispers suggesting that Natalie might be abusive

commented dryly.

he replied, trying to be

insulting her acting skills. Look at how easily she’s swayed the reporters. She deserves

Briena, please tell us why your sister slapped

shock. His heart is already fragile. We both care deeply for our grandpa, but she took his condition to heart and couldn’t cope with it. I suppose she needed to