Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 184: Kiss In Front Of Everyone

"Justin, Natalie, why don’t you two go ahead and dance?" Albert suggested, a warm smile on his face. "I’ve never seen you dance together as a couple."

Natalie glanced at Justin, silently asking for his thoughts.

"We should do as Mr. Ford says," Justin replied, standing up and extending his hand to her. "Shall we?"

Natalie looked over at her happy grandfather and then took Justin’s hand, standing to join him. Though she knew it would make her grandfather happy, she also didn’t mind dancing with Justin.

As they walked to join the other couples on the dance floor, all eyes turned to them, and envious whispers filled the room.

"She has the nerve to show off her poor husband. All he has are looks, nothing more."

"I bet even those clothes he’s wearing are rented."

"Does he even know how to dance?"

"Gigolos are trained to please rich women. Don’t underestimate him."

"I wonder, after being with so many women night after night, if he even has anything left to give her."

Irene scoffed. "She’s like a log. When she was with my brother, he didn’t even kiss her. I doubt that gigolo has done anything with her either."

"But isn’t she sleeping with wealthy men to get their support?"

between being a slut and being a lover. She

them added, watching the pair with admiration. "They look

the dance floor, pulling her closer with a gentle tug that caused her to collide softly against him. Her hands rested on his chest as she looked up at him, slightly puzzled. Weren’t they

gazed at her intently, taking in her puzzled expression. How I

she asked,

one hand on her back and took her hand with his other, guiding her

his closeness always

lead, when something clicked. The way he held her, his movements, the energy between

hers, the confidence in his steps—it was too similar to ignore. If only he wore a mask and lowered his hair to his

closer, she

outside, it looked like an intimate gesture,

my neck?" Justin’s low, teasing voice whispered in

back slightly and looked at the other side of his neck, noticing a square

hasn’t healed yet?" she

feel free to bite me anytime, anywhere. Your

murmured, then leaned back in, breathing near his neck again. The cologne isn’t the same, but there’s something familiar. Could it be his own scent? Is it even possible for two different men to share the same natural

doing, Justin pulled her firmly against him. "Are you trying to seduce me in front of all these

but his hand around her waist

"Just?"

"Nothing."

released her hand, lifted her

with shock, jealousy, or

even held his hand in public, always maintaining an air of dignified lady. ’Was that