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?"

a difference between being a slut and being a lover. She probably

and Briena," one of them added, watching the pair with admiration. "They

softly against him. Her hands rested on his chest as she looked up at him, slightly puzzled. Weren’t they just

her intently, taking in her puzzled expression. How

asked, breaking his

hand with his other, guiding her gracefully into the dance. "You look

trying to remain calm, though his closeness always had a way

energy between them—it all felt familiar. It reminded her of the mysterious

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

Leaning closer, she buried her face near his neck, breathing in

like an intimate gesture, as though she was being tender with

my neck?" Justin’s low, teasing voice

looked at the other side of his neck,

yet?"

anywhere. Your husband is tough enough

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

against him. "Are you trying to

She tried to pull away, but his hand around

"Just?"

"Nothing."

released her hand, lifted her chin,

with shock, jealousy, or

dancing with Briena, froze at the sight. He couldn’t believe she was kissing a man openly, while she had never even held his hand in public, always maintaining an air of dignified lady. ’Was that all for a show and in fact she never loved me. Was she truly two timing me with