Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 90: Detective Natalie

Natalie returned home after having dinner outside with Mia as both of them were starving. After what happened they didn’t have the heart to stay in that charity gala anymore.

As she stepped inside, she noticed Justin and her grandpa, Albert, still awake in the drawing room, waiting for her despite the late hour.

She cast a glance at Justin, who was casually pouring himself a glass of water, and then turned to her grandpa. "Grandpa, I thought you weren’t returning tonight."

"I was worried after you went to that event, but now that you’re back safe, I can rest easy. I’ll head to bed now. You two should sleep early." He stood up and headed to the bedroom, feeling drowsy due to his medicines.

Natalie nodded and watched her grandpa head to his room. She walked over to the dining table, pouring herself a glass of water as Justin set down his empty glass.

"You’re back earlier than expected," she said casually, though her gaze lingered on him longer than usual.

"Work finished earlier than I thought," Justin replied.

Natalie continued to stare at him, scrutinizing every detail of his face as if trying to piece together the puzzle that had been nagging her all evening.

Justin raised an eyebrow at her lingering gaze. "I know I’m irresistibly handsome, but you should be used to it by now," he teased with his usual smugness.

Natalie almost rolled her eyes but kept her composure, finishing her glass of water.

"I have some work to do." Justin left, leaving her staring at his retreating back.

Natalie watched his retreating figure, her mind wandering. If he wore that same trench coat... would his back look the same?

Shaking off the thought, Natalie made her way to the bedroom, where she saw Justin already engrossed in his work, his laptop open in front of him. She grabbed her clothes from the wardrobe and quietly slipped into the bathroom.

Justin tried his best to focus on his work, doing everything he could to block out the sounds of water splashing from the bathroom. The closed door didn’t make it any easier to ignore the fact that a woman—Natalie—was in there, enjoying a bath.

I’ll get used to this soon.

composure, but somehow he could feel her eyes on him, her gaze watching him

stood up. When he glanced over, he saw her reflection in the

have something to say to

would you think

your eyes following

maybe it’s the feeling of a guilty conscience, like a thief who knows

unimpressed. "I don’t have time

then," she walked towards him, and stood facing him.

only to see her stand close, so close that he could smell her fresh scent from

into his eyes, tilting her head slightly as if considering something. ’Hmm the colour is

far as I recall, my eyesight is

forehead, scrutinizing them with the

your hair?"

you see any grey hairs that need coloring?" he asked, his tone

her head. "No,

as if he were turning the questions back on her, making her curiosity seem like an excuse to talk about himself. Irritated, she warned, "No

positioned them

tell, she thought, sighing inwardly. Maybe I should try the dance pose and

away, she spoke more

already wrapped around her waist, drawing her

he didn’t let go, seeming to relish the closeness, the warmth of her body still

me to hold you,

growled, her voice

her, and she glared at him. "You should listen to

what was the rest of

a dance, but

and went to the

moving to tuck in his pants pocket, while standing with