Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 203: Angry Old Woman

As Natalie finished her ice cream and a sense of calm returned, Justin asked, "Do you want to talk about the nightmare you had?"

She fell silent, only to hear him add, "I was just asking—only if you feel comfortable. If not, maybe another day when you’re ready and trust me enough."

After a brief pause, she finally spoke. "It’s not that I don’t trust you or want to keep it from you. It’s just... I’ve never talked about it with anyone." She exhaled softly, her hands trembling slightly. "At this moment, I just don’t feel like talking about it. It’s not something pleasant that I would ever want to talk about. Maybe I just need a little more time."

Justin put his hand on her trembling one’s in an assuring hold, "Take your time. I can wait."

She finally looked at him, her gaze gentle and filled with gratitude towards him for being by her side when she was so vulnerable. "Thank you so much."

Justin offered her a light smile. "That look in your eyes tells me you’re falling for me."

Natalie couldn’t help but smile. "Maybe... you’re not wrong."

"Let’s head to sleep. It’s late," Justin stood up, as he picked up the empty ice cream container to discard it. Natalie stood up and followed him.

She watched him discard the things in his hands, while she returned to the bedroom. The moment she saw the bed, she realized something. The sheets on the bed were changed. Definitely her side of the bed was soaked in her sweat so...

When did he change it?

She realized, when he went to get the ice-cream for her, he took time to return. She understood while giving her some time alone, he was doing this.

What kind of a man he is, who always knows what to do. More I get to know him, the more he surprises me. Never expected this from the richest man in the country.

"What are you thinking about so deeply?" she heard him ask.

She turned to look at him. "Just that...you act very differently from how I imagined a rich man would."

exist, shouldn’t it?" he replied, moving toward the

that all the understanding and care he showed toward, in

said, aware that the coming days would bring new challenges and unanswered questions. "We

as Justin did the same. Just as she was about to turn over to face away, he stopped her. "I’m getting a little tired of seeing only your back. I might

face him, finding him already lying on his side,

as well take advantage of this for a better night’s sleep,"

closer, resting her face in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapping around him. Justin pulled the covers over them both and held her close as she murmured, "This feels so

smile curved on her lips as she closed her eyes, his comforting

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patients’ fully equipped hospital room, a weak woman who had IV drips attached to her body, was

for me? I told you—I would rather die than come

then, the door opened, and Aiden entered, his expression calm, hands tucked

at him. "You... don’t push me to

Her anger, no matter how fierce, never seemed to touch him. "The only thing I’d regret is letting you

you want me to repeat this until you

do

me. You have no right to

said ’our home’ instead of ’my home,’ I knew exactly who I am," he replied, his voice calm but

"In anger I ended up saying it. That’s

clearly making a decisions for you, whether you like it or not," he declared.

keep up the argument. He’d always been like this—stubborn and immovable, unaffected by her words or her anger. Somehow, he always left her feeling helpless. "I regret...

punish me as you wish. I’m sure you’re tired of feeling helpless

not afraid of dying. You can take that stubbornness of yours and go to hell." She turned to Eric. "You are an elder who had been by his side, couldn’t you

silent,

her words. "We’ve found a matching donor for you. The doctor will perform the bone marrow extraction tomorrow, and then we’ll begin your treatment. Until then, I expect