Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 45: Closeness

Natalie stuttered slightly, caught off guard. "I was just checking to see if you were doing it right and won’t ruin my vegetables."

"I almost sensed a pervert here," he commented, picking up another vegetable to wash.

"Don’t get carried away with your imagination," she snapped back, frowning as she turned to face her side of the kitchen counter.

"It’s your imagination that seems questionable," he retorted smoothly.

Was he up to getting on her nerves again? Just a while ago in the bedroom, how well he talked like a gentleman, almost making her forget about his mean side. But now he was back to his annoying self, making her want to beat him up.

She nearly slammed the pot she was holding onto the counter and spun around to face him. "What do you mean? What did I imagine?"

Seeing her riled up once more, only prompted him to tease her more.

"Maybe you liked my hands," he suggested with a smirk, "and who knows what else you were thinking."

"Shut up, alright? I was just thinking that you have good hands, and I might want to draw them. It’s an artist thing, something a narcissist like you wouldn’t understand," she shot back, turning her focus back to her work.

"You know how to draw?" he asked, his tone more serious.

know," she replied curtly, clearly not

case her

She heard Justin again.

dream about drawing. So, I can understand you whenever you stare at me, as you must have lacked perfectly handsome men

of the word ’humble’?" she shot back sarcastically as she moved closer

to act ignorant, hoping others will praise them and boost their ego," he replied smoothly, handing her the remaining vegetables. Their gazes met. "But I’m more

eyes at him, irritated. "You seem to have a very wrong sense of self-awareness." She snatched the vegetables

could stumble into the kitchen counter behind her, Justin

the vegetables slipping from her

release her, but to his surprise,

"Hold me," she whispered.

whispered

teeth, and whispered again in urgency, "Just

as

over his shoulder toward the kitchen door, watching her grandpa leave with a wide smile on his lips, clearly pleased

he surprised her by pushing her back against the counter, his hands resting on either side of her, trapping her between him and the

me in broad daylight? Asking for help seemed like just an excuse to get me here," he murmured, his deep gaze

was..." she started, but her words faltered as his face