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."

rich man, common sense should exist, shouldn’t it?" he replied, moving

the understanding and care he showed toward, in his

get some sleep," Justin said, aware that the coming days would bring new challenges and unanswered questions. "We still need to plan for your bone marrow donation,

the same. Just as she was about to turn over to face away, he stopped her. "I’m

turned to face him, finding him

as well take advantage of this for a better night’s sleep," he added with a soft

in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapping around him. Justin pulled

on her lips as she closed her eyes, his comforting

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to her body, was fuming in anger. Her beautifully

bring me here. Eric? Who are you to decide for me? I told you—I would rather

door opened, and Aiden entered, his expression calm, hands tucked into his pants’

"You... don’t push

never seemed to touch him. "The only thing I’d

I live or die, it’s none of your business. How many times do you want me to repeat this until you underatdnt where you stand? I’m ordering

I can’t do that,"

you’re forgetting your place! You are nobody to me. You have no right to make decisions for

of ’my home,’ I knew exactly who I am," he

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

making a decisions for you, whether you like it or not,"

immovable, unaffected by her words or her anger. Somehow, he always left her feeling helpless. "I regret...

you can punish me as you wish.

I’m not afraid of dying. You can take that stubbornness of yours and go to hell." She turned to

stayed silent, as

perform the bone marrow extraction tomorrow, and then we’ll begin your treatment. Until then, I expect you