Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 117: Kicking Him Out

Julia turned to Natalie. Noticing her wearing a kitchen apron, she asked, "Were you preparing dinner?"

"Ah! Yes, Grandma," Natalie replied politely, trying not to think about what had just happened in the kitchen. "Please have a seat."

Julia followed Natalie to the sofa and asked, "Were you startled by my arrival without any notice?"

"A little," Natalie admitted.

"I wanted to surprise you, so I came straight here, thinking you must be alone and I could keep you company," the older woman explained as she settled onto the sofa. She then turned to Justin, who had just returned after placing her bags in the guest room. "Why are you here? Albert isn’t home, so there’s no need to pretend to be Natalie’s husband."

Natalie glanced at Justin, who didn’t show a hint of hesitation. He stood there confidently and answered, "Mr. Ford isn’t home, so I thought it would be better to offer her some company, so she wouldn’t feel lonely and feel sad about her grandpa being in the hospital."

Natalie sighed inwardly. ’These two Harpers decided on their own whether I am lonely and need company. No need to ask what I even want.’

Julia hummed in approval. "You did well. That’s very thoughtful of you. But now that I’m here, you don’t need to worry. You must miss your royal suite. You can head back hotel."

Justin could hardly believe it. His grandma hadn’t just shown up unannounced—now she was trying to kick him out. He looked at Natalie, who seemed unsure of what to say.

He sighed. "Alright. As you wish, Julia."

He went to grab his jacket and picked up his car keys.

"Justin, how about you stay for dinner?" Natalie asked hesitantly. "I was cooking for you anyway. If you go back now, you’ll have to eat hotel food."

"It’s alright," Justin said, ready to leave, but then he heard Julia’s voice, "Natalie’s right. Just stay and have dinner with us. Hotel food isn’t the same as homemade food."

briefly before looking back at Julia. "You’ll just end up kicking

her voice rising slightly. "I was only worried you’d be uncomfortable here. If you want to

I’ll stay," Justin said as he hung

disbelief. This man... He’s making it look like he’s staying because Grandma insisted, and now she can’t tell him as it would prove his point that

I’m preparing dinner. Please make yourself comfortable," Natalie said, then returned

sofa and called out to Natalie, as if ordering her, "Make a bit more. I’m hungrier

you?" Julia exclaimed. "Is she your slave? Go and

he turned around, a small smile formed on his lips. He knew his

only to hear Natalie warn, "Stay on the other counter and work from there.

Julia instructing him, so she already knew he’d

scared after making me stay," Justin teased before asking, "What do

was scared—scared of being closer

she stopped him. Maybe

you made last

it, refraining from teasing her further and focusing entirely on his task. Dinner was ready in no time, and the three of them sat

Julia commented wistfully. "Poor old man,

him home. Then we can

that Sephina around, I

do anything,"

her face. "She’s his wife, and by law, she can take him with her

"Leave it to me. Just

"When Justin says to trust him, you should trust him with your eyes closed. My grandson always keeps

knew that having him by her side was truly her strength against her own family. One could take on the world, but it was always hardest to deal with one’s

Natalie while Justin settled into a single armchair with his laptop to get some work done. He preferred to stay with them in the