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

chuckled softly, realizing that all the understanding and care he showed toward, in his mind, it was just a common

would bring new challenges and unanswered questions. "We still need to plan for your bone marrow donation,

over to face away, he stopped her. "I’m getting a little tired of seeing only your back. I might sleep

face him, finding him already lying on his side,

of this for a better night’s sleep," he added with

around him. Justin pulled

her eyes, his comforting scent

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to her body, was fuming in anger. Her beautifully aged face was red with anger

are you to decide for me? I told you—I would

bedside with his head lowered. Just then, the door

don’t push me to

her fury, remained unfazed. Her anger, no matter how fierce, never seemed to touch him. "The only thing I’d regret is letting you die without doing everything

How many times do you want me to repeat this until you underatdnt where you stand?

do that,"

your place! You are nobody to me. You have no right to make decisions for

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

this. "In anger I ended up saying it. That’s only my home, mine

it or not," he declared. "Once you are treated, I will take

strength waning, finding it hard to keep up the argument. He’d always been like this—stubborn and immovable, unaffected by her words or her

he replied. "Maybe then, you can punish me as you wish. I’m sure you’re tired

afraid of dying. You can take that stubbornness of yours and go to

stayed silent, as

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 you to be quiet and cooperative. Once you’re well, feel free to throw rocks at us