Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 138

Chapter 138: Her Whereabouts On The Wedding Day

Natalie looked at him, amused. "It seems like the word shame doesn’t exist in your dictionary."

He glanced back at her, his expression calm. "Anything useless that could stop me from getting what I want has no place in my life."

She looked away, her gaze shifting to the elevator door. "Your mind is definitely built differently. God knows what goes on inside it."

He stared ahead, completely indifferent. "You’d better not know."

"You’re making me curious now."

"Curiosity kills the cat—you must have heard that saying." His voice was low and deep, his gaze meeting hers through the reflection in the elevator door. "And this particular cat won’t be able to handle the ways I’d plan to kill her... over and over again."

Natalie’s heart skipped a beat. There was something unnervingly dangerous in the way he said it. She wasn’t afraid of death, having faced numerous threats and dangers in Xyros, but hearing it from him felt entirely different.

Did he truly meant to kill or was implying something else? Her womanly instincts told her it was the later one.

Ding! Dong!

The elevator arrived at their floor, pulling Natalie back to reality. Stepping out, they both stood in front of the door as Natalie began entering the password into the lock. She deliberately spoke the digits aloud so Justin could hear. Once the door clicked open, she glanced at him. "Now you know the password."

"It’s the same one," he replied casually.

Her eyes widened slightly. "You... knew the password?"

an

muttered as she stepped inside. "Since when did you know it? And why would you bother ringing

never admit that it was out of jealousy—jealousy that even Mia and others knew the password. He’d hacked

open the door for me," he replied smoothly,

Harper," Natalie commented as she removed

"I haven’t even started

while being alone with him at home, but he always finds

inwardly and walked to the sink to wash her hands, as she spoke. "You said in the message you wanted

she felt him step close behind her. His hands on her either side, as of trapping her between them, leaning forward a little to have his hands over the

through the mirror, raising

at her and said, "Washing our hands together saves water and time. That way, we can get to what I want to talk about more

her jaw to keep herself from snapping at him, she sighed and turned on the faucet, wetting his hands before squeezing some liquid soap onto them. "You can do

intertwining their fingers, and began rubbing the soap onto both of

asked, her voice a mix

calmly, unfazed by her tone. "You provided the water and soap, so I’m

their hands, while having a light smile on his lips. He

pulled her hands back, and grabbed the drying cloth to

reaction closely. It was clear she was trying to avoid talking about it, so he

as she

pausing to get himself a glass of water. He offered

serious and focused. He wanted to ask her about the scars—scars that

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255