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?"

simply raised an eyebrow,

"Since when did you know it? And why would you bother

Mia and others knew the password. He’d hacked into

when you open the door for me," he replied smoothly, following

Harper," Natalie commented as she removed her sandals and changed into a pair

his shoes as well. "I haven’t even started yet. But you should be truly worried

and lighten the atmosphere while being alone with him at home, but he always finds a

wash her hands, as she spoke. "You said in the message you wanted

washing her hands when 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

at him through the mirror,

together saves water and time. That way, we can get to what I

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

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

asked, her voice a mix

calmly, unfazed by her tone. "You provided the water

held them firm and made her give up. He washed both of their hands, while having a light smile on his lips. He held her wet hands and checked the back of her palm. "What are these tiny scars on

hands back, and grabbed the drying cloth to dry

to

he heard her ask as she headed to

get himself a glass of water.

her expression serious and focused. He wanted to ask her about the scars—scars that he was certain came from her time in

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