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 in Xyros, not to mention those nights with Ivan." His deep gaze narrowed. "You could have just recalled one of your special nights with that loser and reassured Julia

with hurt. Ivan, again? Why couldn’t he let go of the past? Why did he always have to bring that man up, to wound her

the argument spiral further. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze with surprising calm. "You’re

her calm, unwavering eyes. Her lack of anger, her refusal to fight back, unsettled him. Had he

thrilled if it were Ivan, wouldn’t you?" Justin pressed, his voice cutting. "You’d have happily told my grandma all about your perfect nights

eyes turn moist. "Can you stop bringing him up every chance you get? He has nothing to

much you

care?" Natalie

thumb gently caressing her skin, his eyes locked with hers. "I hate the thought of you still loving him. I don’t

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

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

closer to hers, the space between

bell. Is that Aiden?"

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

added. "I’ll see

said, turning her head to break eye contact. "It’s late. I’ll reheat the food

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

meant what I said," his voice was low, serious. "Even if this is fake, I don’t want you

steady, unaffected by his words. "Noah told me you skipped meals all day. Go sit at the