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..."

interrupted, his words dripping 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 could have just recalled one of your special nights

Why couldn’t he let go of the past? Why did he always have to bring that man up, to wound her over and

argument spiral further. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze with surprising calm.

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

were Ivan, wouldn’t you?" Justin pressed, his voice cutting.

was trying to suppress, he scratched it again. Her eyes turn moist. "Can you stop bringing him

were telling your grandpa how much you still love him. But

why do you care?"

but care," Justin muttered, his voice softening finally as he watched her beautiful face. His hand moved to her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her skin, his eyes locked with hers. "I hate the thought of you still loving him.

Despite feeling frustrated at his sarcastic remarks about Ivan, she couldn’t push him away, his touch as

attentions zeroed at each other,

his face inched closer to hers, the space

Aiden?" Albert’s voice called out

She replied quickly, her gaze still locked with Justin’s, "Y-Yes, Grandpa.

sure he eats," Albert added. "I’ll see

"It’s late. I’ll reheat

left, Justin grabbed her hand, his touch firm but not forceful. She didn’t turn back, nor did

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

was steady, unaffected by his words. "Noah told me you skipped meals all day.