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..."

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

of the past? Why did he always have to bring that man up, to wound her over

to let the argument spiral further. Opening her eyes, she met his

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

been 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

Her eyes turn moist. "Can you stop bringing

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

care?" Natalie shot back, her

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. I don’t want you thinking about

comprehend this sudden shift in his temper. Despite feeling frustrated at his sarcastic remarks about Ivan, she couldn’t push him

of their attentions zeroed at each other, utter silence, their

closer to hers, the

that Aiden?" Albert’s

to her senses, her heart racing. She replied quickly, her

sure he eats," Albert added. "I’ll

said, turning her head to break eye contact. "It’s late. I’ll reheat the food for you," she whispered, slipping away from between

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

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

told me you skipped