Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 74: I Can’t Help But Care

Natalie quickly understood what was happening. As expected, Julia had likely said exactly what she’d been afraid the old woman might.

Any man would be enraged to be called incapable and especially if the man is someone like Justin, who seemed far from being associated with word like ’Incapable.’

Under the weight of Justin’s intimidating presence, she stammered, "I didn’t mean—"

"Want me to show you just how capable I am... as a man?" He pressed on the last words with clear emphasis, his meaning unmistakable. "But are you sure you can even handle it?"

Natalie’s heart raced, her breath hitching at the sharpness of his gaze, the raw power in his words that left no doubt about his intentions.

"I didn’t say anything like that. Your grandma just assumed everything on her own," she tried to explain, her voice shaky.

"She knows we share a bed, yet nothing’s happened between us," Justin shot back, his tone unyielding. "For her to come to such a conclusion, someone must’ve planted the seed—and now she thinks I’m incapable."

"I couldn’t lie about something that hasn’t happened! She jumped to her own conclusions."

"She said you looked heartbroken, devastated, because your husband’s impotent. You didn’t even deny it."

"I didn’t know how to respond. I’ve never discussed anything like this with anyone..."

with sarcasm. "Aren’t you supposed to be so experienced? You told me all about the men you were with in Xyros, not to mention those nights with Ivan." His deep gaze narrowed. "You

eyes filled with hurt. Ivan, again? Why couldn’t he let go of the past? Why did he always have

eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself, refusing to let the argument spiral further. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze with surprising calm. "You’re not my husband. So whatever your grandmother assumes about him has nothing

anger, her refusal to fight back, unsettled him. Had he hurt her too much this time? Or was it because he’d mentioned Ivan again—her supposed

his voice cutting. "You’d have happily told my grandma all about

turn moist. "Can you stop bringing him up every chance

much you still love him. But I can’t talk about

do you care?" Natalie

cheek, his thumb gently caressing her skin, his eyes locked

his sarcastic remarks about Ivan, she couldn’t push him away, his touch as usual

of their attentions zeroed at each other, utter silence, their own heartbeats were the only sound they

to hers, the space between them

that Aiden?" Albert’s

snapped back to her senses, her heart racing. She replied quickly, her gaze still locked with Justin’s, "Y-Yes, Grandpa. He’s

Albert added. "I’ll see him tomorrow. I’m feeling

break eye contact. "It’s late. I’ll reheat the food for you," she whispered, slipping away from between Justin

she left, Justin grabbed her hand, his touch firm but

this is fake, I don’t want you thinking about anyone else while I’m by your

his words. "Noah told me you skipped