Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

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?"

raised an eyebrow, his

as she stepped inside. "Since when

was out of jealousy—jealousy that even Mia and others knew the password. He’d hacked into

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

seriously, Mr. Harper," Natalie commented as she

to take off his shoes as well. "I haven’t even started yet.

to make small talk and lighten the atmosphere while being alone with him at home, but he always

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

sink. Natalie started 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

through

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

she sighed and turned on the faucet, wetting his hands before squeezing some liquid soap onto

reached for hers, gently intertwining their fingers, and began rubbing the soap onto both of their

doing?" she asked, her voice a

hands," he replied 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 held her wet hands and checked

and grabbed the drying cloth to dry her hands

was trying to avoid talking about it, so he

her ask as she

a glass of water. He

ask her about the scars—scars that he was