Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 42: Undergarments

Natalie awkwardly cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "These are just clothes. We’re adults; no need to feel shy about it. Don’t we all watch ads on TV?"

"True," he remarked coolly, seemingly challenging her to follow through.

Determined to push past her embarrassment, she reached for the items, but Justin’s hands moved faster. "I don’t like when someone else touches my private clothes," with that, he moved to place them in the drawer of the wardrobe.

She felt a surge of irritation. Was he seriously acting like she was eager to handle his clothes? This jerk!

But when Justin’s hand reached for the drawer, a flash of panic shot through Natalie. She darted in front of him, blocking his access to the drawer.

He raised a brow, only to hear her say, "Wait! I need to empty it first."

Justin stepped back, amused, as he watched her quickly turn around and start pulling out the contents of the drawer. She tried to do it as discreetly as possible, hastily shifting her belongings to the next drawer on her side of the wardrobe.

But in her rush, one of her bras slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, landing in full view of the very man she had been trying so hard to keep it from.

Natalie froze, mortified, as Justin’s eyes inevitably fell on the item.

Her gaze met Justin’s, who offered her a look that was both bored and amused.

"Can’t you look away?" she frowned, quickly picking up her bra.

"Didn’t someone just say we’re adults and that we even watch ads on TV?"

shot back, using the smilar words he had

someone to even want to look at

her retort and hastily stuffed her lingerie into the drawer, making space for him as she glanced at the sealed packs of his undergarments. "Your choice seems to

you took a closer look, you’d change your opinion," he

she protested, trying

just trying to satisfy your curiosity," he continued to unseal

in undergarments and stuffed them into his drawer. Her

only amused him further. ’So easy to tease her,’ he thought, thoroughly enjoying

back to him, her back resting against the wardrobe shelf. Shaking away any embarrassment, she folded her hands in front of her chest like a boss, as if ready to

tell me beforehand that you were coming? And why would my grandpa call you instead of me? Even if he did,

pockets, his tone sarcastic, "Someone seems to have switched off their phone and

desk in the bedroom and checked her cell phone—it was turned off. She remembered now; after her grandmother’s call, she had turned it off to enjoy some peace and quiet but had forgotten to turn it back on. It all made sense now. Unable to reach her, her grandpa must have called Justin and insisted he come check on her. Justin

Justin paused, correcting himself, "—according to him, our home, I couldn’t tell him I didn’t know where my wife lives. That would have been truly embarrassing for me even if it’s all an

have asked John to inform me in advance instead of showing up at my door like this," she snapped, glaring at him for arriving at the

that he said he don’t dare approach you without your permission?" Justin remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice, while his mind had something else going on

She sighed, "Since when are your

complaining, maybe someone should learn to show some gratitude. I had to cancel an important meeting to be

he had a point. "Thank you," she

"No problem."

the tension between them seemed to dissipate, and Natalie felt a sense of relief, thinking they might finally be able to