Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 51: Peck On The Cheek

At the Harper residence in Bayford City.

Julia was still fuming after her conversation with Justin.

James, who had just come downstairs for breakfast, noticed his mother fuming. "What’s got you so angry, Mother?" He settled onto the sofa and picking up the newspaper from the table.

"Your precious son, who else?" Julia snapped.

James flipped through the pages. "Isn’t he your precious grandson instead?"

"Both you and your son are infuriating." She muttered and picked up her cellphone, only to notice something in it. She glanced at her son and then moved closer to him, holding up the phone. "James, have you seen this?"

What is it?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.

She showed him a video she had downloaded. It was footage of Natalie confidently addressing reporters. "Doesn’t she remind you of someone?" Julia asked, her gaze ready to notice his reaction.

James’s expression tightened as he watched the video. James was not oblivious to what was happening even in another city. Particularly this young woman, who looked very similar to the woman, who he once loved and knew she was her daughter.

He frowned and averted his gaze. "Mother, you should stop concerning yourself with irrelevant people."

"Irrelevant? She is not irrelevant to me at all," Julia retorted sharply. "You may have had issues with Caryn, but I never did. I always loved her, and I wish this girl were my granddaughter instead," and thought, ’She is your own daughter you brat. Can’t you feel it. What kind of a father are you?’

"I would never have a child with a woman like her," James voice cold and devoid of any emotions. "Involvement with her was a mistake."

Julia’s eyes narrowed at him, as if calling him a liar. "Really? Then why didn’t you ever marry?"

"Because she made me realize that the wrong woman can be the biggest mistake of one’s life, and I didn’t want to repeat it."

"Or is it that you just can’t forget Caryn and can never allow any other woman to take her place in your heart?" Julia shot back, turning the atmosphere tense.

James angrily tossed the newspaper aside and stood up, "I’m heading to the office."

"What about breakfast?"

voice echoing behind him, "Are you still a child to take your anger out on a meal,

her name and have anything to with her or people related to

he’s going to do when he finds out Natalie really is his

called out, and the butler immediately appeared at her side. "Book the earliest flight to Imperial City for

butler nodded and left

do what you think is right, so now I’m going to do what I want," she mumbled

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bedroom, dressed in ordinary formal clothes, a bag in hand. As soon as Natalie saw him,

seat," she offered, pulling out a chair. "Breakfast is

headed straight for the

held his hand to stop him, "Grandpa is in his room freshening up. He’d be upset if he sees you are gone and thinks

remembering how just the night before she treated him like a plague. Now, she was acting

snatched the bag from him. "Grandpa should see your clothes drying here, or he’ll get suspicious," she added with an

gears. She held

inwardly and reluctantly sat down, his gaze falling on the breakfast she had prepared. Just one glance was enough to tell it was delicious. ’Though this woman is

huh?" Albert’s cheerful voice filled the

hands on his shoulders. "How could I stay upset with my handsome husband for long, Grandpa? I can always forgive him for his

shoulder muscles under her palms. ’This man is god gifted. Let me take

and cheerful, Albert hummed in delight. "He is indeed a handsome young man. I’m sure my great-grandchild will be as handsome as him if it’s a boy, and as beautiful

replied with a bright

admiring my strong shoulders, you can serve your grandpa his meal," Justin’s straight

of someone caught red-handed. She quickly turned

amused. "It seems my granddaughter is truly smitten with you, Aiden. I

while Natalie, ever quick on her feet, responded, "Of course

pleading look in her eyes,

head and continued

was ready to leave. With Albert watching, Natalie had to maintain the façade of a loving wife. She walked with him to the door, her heart racing as she prepared to sell the act. "Don’t be late, alright? I’ll be waiting for you," she said softly,

cold eyes meeting hers as she quickly