Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 41: Your Grandpa Is Coming

"We don’t have time for this," he said calmly, gently pushing her aside as he entered her home with his bag, completely disregarding the fact that it was Natalie’s home, not his.

Stunned, Natalie watched as Justin placed his bag on the table and began unzipping it. "Help me arrange my stuff, quickly," he instructed.

"Wait... What’s going on?" she asked, eyeing the bag full of his belongings. "What’s the meaning of this? Why would your stuff be here...?"

"Your grandfather is arriving in the next ten minutes," Justin replied, busy pulling items out of the bag.

All the colours drained from Natalie’s face as she turned pale. "G-Grandpa? Why would he be here?"

"Would you rather let him discover your lies, or help me now so it doesn’t look like your husband doesn’t stay with you?" His voice was cold and impatient. "He’ll be here any moment. Later, don’t blame me for not warning you..."

Before he could finish, Natalie sprang into action as if a ghost were chasing her. She grabbed the slippers he had brought. "Take off your shoes and put these on," she ordered, already rummaging through his bag in a frantic panic. "We need to get this bag into the bedroom and arrange your clothes. The toiletries should go in the bathroom, your work stuff on the desk, and some of your clothes should be drying on the stand..."

"Natalie," Justin’s cold voice cut through her frenzy, stopping her in her tracks.

"What are you calling me for? Didn’t I tell you to change your shoes...?" she started, her voice tinged with frustration.

But Justin gently gripped her shoulders, his hold firm but reassuring, as if trying to snap her out of her panic. Just this afternoon, she had been so confident in front of the reporters, unshakable—but now she was a bundle of nerves.

will you?" Justin gazed into her anxious eyes. "We’ll get everything set before

and once she seemed a bit steadier, Justin let go

one of the rooms. "You

to look at her, his expression slightly incredulous.

downgrading my smartness, so don’t judge me now. If it weren’t for

won’t he?" Justin remarked sarcastically as he walked into the guest room, which was newly arranged

grandpa is sharp—he’ll take a grand tour of this small home and notice everything." She quickly dragged the bag to her own

A smirk playing on his lips, as he followed her, "but

to face

exactly what I mean,"

determined to get under her skin, making all sorts of assumptions about

sarcastic edge. "You never know when I might jump on you." With that, she

his lips which was a result of how easily he could rile her up. Seeing her angry and hearing her counterattacks was now getting his best

he was making a mental account of how many things she would regret saying once she knew their true

help but feel curious about her personal space. It was a glimpse into the kind of environment she

room wasn’t overly girly, but it exuded an air of sophistication, the kind that belonged to a grown, mature woman. Everything was meticulously clean and organized. A queen-sized bed was positioned against

a single fold, and two pillows rested at the headboard, despite her being the only

one side of the room was a desk and chair, situated near a wall-sized window with a cushioned seating area at the base. Books lined the shelves above the desk, revealing her love for reading. A dresser stood next to the wardrobe, with a few essential skincare

in the room’s cozy and inviting atmosphere, Natalie lifted his bag onto the bed and unzipped it. She pulled out a small bag