Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 119: Want To Sleep Together?

Natalie went straight to her bedroom, preferring to sleep. With Julia beside her, she kept her movements light so as not to disturb her.

For the next hour, she tried her best to fall asleep, but it was impossible. What’s wrong with me tonight? she thought in frustration. Maybe I should drink some water.

She sat up in bed, making sure Julia was still deep in sleep. The water jar on the bedside table was empty, and she frowned, realizing she’d have to go out to the kitchen. He must have gone to sleep by now, she reassured herself.

When she stepped out of the room, the lights in the drawing room were turned off. Seems like he went to sleep.

She walked to the kitchen, only to be startled by the sight of a tall figure standing by the kitchen counter, illuminated softly by the night lamps.

He looked at her before she could change her mind and retreat back to the bedroom.

"Can’t sleep?" he asked, picking up a glass and pouring water for himself.

She maintained her composure and replied, "I... was just here to get some water."

He offered her the glass he was holding.

Feeling awkward, she stepped ahead and accepted the glass, while Justin took the empty jar from her hand and placed it on the counter to fill it.

As she sipped the water slowly, she watched him doing something she hadn’t even asked for.

about a third of the glass, and stopped

He then poured more water into the same glass

the same glass? There was even some water left in it that

with a manly grace. Her eyes moved to his neck, watching

and looked

and gestured towards the water jar he

pick it up. Natalie moved

"Want to sleep together?"

skipped a beat. Can

he added, as if understanding that she hadn’t

was a long silence after and Justin waited

low and shaky as she fidgeted with the jar, well aware of

for Grandma, you wouldn’t mind?" he concluded, his tone calm and

or what she actually wanted. Did she not mind sleeping with him at all? Or was it just that she had grown used to having him

"Grandma won’t wake

breathing turned shallow as his words sunk in, making her

the jar, his face

hand as if giving her one more chance to consider. If she didn’t put her hand in his, it would

placed her hand into his, not daring to say a word. Embarrassment washed over her at what she had just

guided her to the guest room, both

the one in her room, which meant they would be sleeping even closer to each other.