Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 66: Effortlessly Beautiful

At Justin’s presidential suite.

After making sure his grandmother was finally asleep, he returned to his own room, hoping to get some rest. After a hot shower and changing into fresh pajamas, he climbed into bed, expecting the exhaustion to finally take over. But instead, he found himself tossing and turning, unable to relax.

Frustrated, he stared up at the ceiling, wondering why he couldn’t settle down. Maybe I need to spend more time in the gym. That way, I’ll be too exhausted to stay awake.

He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep, only to find himself thinking about Natalie. I wonder if she’s asleep or still awake.Or maybe she fell asleep in bed, sitting up again. Such a bad habit.

But then he confronted himself. ’Why am I thinking about her at this hour? Not good.’

He tried to shift his thoughts to anything else but found himself facing the empty half of the bed. Sleeping in the same bed as her... it didn’t feel bad at all. In fact... I think I miss her presence, her scent. What kind of scent does she even use?

Sighing, he turned back to face the ceiling, ’Don’t think about her...don’t think about her....she is your step-sister...control your thoughts.’

When he thought he’d finally managed to push her from his mind, he glanced over at his phone.I wonder what she told her grandpa about me not being there tonight. Was it hard for her to explain? I should ask her.

Without thinking too much about it, Justin dialed her number, still lying in bed. When she answered, her voice was soft, almost melodic, "Hello?"

He froze for a moment, swallowing. Her voice sounded sweeter over the phone, and he realized just how much he missed it—the way she’d argue with him, her flashes of annoyance, anger, everything about her seemed to echo in his thoughts.

Get it together, he reminded himself, pulling himself back to the present. "Were you sleeping?"

In response, he only received silence. Did I truly wake her up from sleep? Is she annoyed?

Wondering, he called her again, wishing to hear her say at least something. "Natalie?"

Smash!

sound of glass breaking through the phone, Justin’s heart skipped a beat, and he sat up

surged through him. "Natalie, are you

night," came her quick, dismissive reply, and then the call

at his phone, confused and worried. "What the hell? Is

he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the suite. His heart raced as he sped down the empty streets, pushing the car to its limits. His mind was fixated on Natalie—if she was hurt, if she needed help. The worry etched across his face grew more

caught John’s attention. Stepping out of

is there a problem?" John

brushed him off as he entered the

to her apartment and rang the bell. He cursed under his breath, realizing he didn’t know her

Natalie. She looked a little

her slightly drowsy expression—she was effortlessly beautiful. A wild urge to hold her, to pull her into

asked, clearly surprised to

then dropped to the bandage on her finger.

he had come all the way here."I... It’s just a small cut. You didn’t have to come all the way here," she

his eyes locked on hers. "Let

tried to pull her hand back.

of his hand tightened over hers and he offered her a warning gaze, daring her to pull

sighed inwardly, but also touched

wounds?" Clearly displeased, he looked back at

"You..."

His demanding voice cut

but his grip was firm. ’What does this man eat to be so strong?’ she wondered. ’I’ve taken down bigger men, but this one