Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 135: My Special One

Justin exited the bathroom and walked out to the deck, needing the fresh air to calm himself. Being so close to her, feeling her warmth, and holding himself back—it wasn’t easy.

Should I really sleep in the living room tonight? he wondered, his heart still pounding. I’m afraid I might just lose control and pounce on her. She’s truly so tempting.

When Natalie returned to the room, she didn’t find Justin there. Where did he go?

Before heading to bed, she decided to look for him, wondering what was wrong now. She found him standing on the deck, quietly staring at the night sky as if lost in thought.

Sensing her presence, he glanced over his shoulder at her.

She walked forward and stood beside him. "Is something wrong?"

He remained silent for a while, and Natalie found herself glancing following his line of sight to know what he was looking at so intently, but it was just the dark sky.

After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Justin, is there something else I should know about you—other than you being Justin Harper, the heir of the Harper Group?"

Justin turned to look at her, studying her face before responding, "Why do you feel so?"

She met his gaze directly. "Sometimes it feels like you turn into a completely different person—someone far different from just the CEO of the Harper Group."

"Are you saying you’re interested in knowing more about me?" He raised a brow, acting all high and mighty like a king. "Not just any woman gets to know me," he stepped closer, leaned down until his face was level with hers, his eyes piercing into hers. His voice dropped to a low murmur. "Unless that woman is someone special to me. You do understand what I mean by special. Are you saying you want to be that special woman to me?"

put words in my mouth. I was just asking a simple

get to know anything more about

retorted and stormed off the deck, heading

unreadable smile playing on his lips as he thought,

staring at the night sky, lost in his thoughts. It wasn’t until it was truly late that he decided to finally get some sleep. He glanced at the sofa, contemplating whether he should sleep there, but ultimately changed his

master bedroom. She must be asleep

sound, he slipped under the blanket beside her. Just then,

well. Under the soft glow of the night lamp, he gazed at her serene, peaceful

brave, crying or smiling, angry or calm... he thought, captivated by her. Every

other

me? Sure, but only when the right time comes. As I said,

inch away from hers. Closing his eyes, he breathed in her soothing scent,

sister. I’ll find a way out of it, so nothing changes between us—even

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was, so she quickly added, "He’s still sleeping in the bedroom. I... I slept in the living room and asked him to...." She trailed off nervously, trying to make her

pressing the issue. Instead, she entered the kitchen and asked, "So, what am I getting for

conversation shifted and started explaining the breakfast

meal together,

Julia spoke up. "I was thinking

asked, a hint of disappointment in her