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.

had drunk about a third of the glass, and stopped drinking, he asked,

he took the glass back from her. He then poured more water into the

the same glass? There

him. Even something as simple as drinking water seemed to be filled with a manly grace. Her eyes moved to his neck, watching the way his Adam’s apple

the glass down and looked at

the water jar

pick it up. Natalie moved forward, and just as

"Want to sleep together?"

and her heart skipped a beat.

he added, as if understanding that she hadn’t been

long silence after and Justin

voice low and shaky as she fidgeted with the jar, well aware of his presence behind her, his eyes on

mind?" he concluded, his

around the jar trembled. She was unsure of what she truly meant or what she actually wanted. Did she not mind sleeping with him at all? Or was it

the distance between them from behind and heard his deep voice, trying to coax her gently. "Grandma won’t wake up till morning. She’s

shallow as his words sunk in, making

on the jar, his face now closer

her one more chance to consider. If she didn’t put her hand in his, it would mean she didn’t want

say a word. Embarrassment washed over her at what

guided her to the guest

room, the door closed behind them, making Natalie acutely aware of her decision. She looked at the bed—it wasn’t as big as the one in her room, which meant they would be sleeping even closer to each other. The previous night they’d slept