Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 224: Another Surprising Guest

Vincent’s smirk deepened as his gaze shifted to the man standing behind Natalie. "Oh, you brought your husband along?" he said with mock surprise, raising a hand in a casual wave. "Hey, Aiden."

Natalie stiffened, suddenly reminded of Justin’s presence behind her. The temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out how to untangle this situation.

How was she going to explain that how Vincent even entered her home, taken a bath, and now stood there almost naked, acting as if he owned the place?

She knew Vincent could do anything, but it would be difficult to explain to Justin who might think it was her who had invited the man here and even allowed him to enter the home in their absence and what not.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Vincent asked, raising the glass of water to his lips. "It’s not like this is the first time you’ve seen me without proper clothes. Back when you lived with me all those years, you even saw me—"

"Shut your mouth!" Natalie interrupted sharply, her voice rising in exasperation. She turned to face Justin, who stood silent but visibly furious, his grim expression unchanging. "He... he’s Vincent, the friend from Xyros I just told you about."

Justin’s cold, piercing gaze shifted from Vincent to Natalie. The icy intensity in his eyes remained, sending a chill down her spine. "What is he doing in our home?" he asked, his tone low and dangerous.

Natalie felt her throat tighten. The way Justin spoke, the way he looked at her—it was clear this situation wasn’t going to end well.

"I... I didn’t invite him. I didn’t know—"

"Sweetheart," Vincent interjected smoothly, setting down the empty glass. "Since when do you have to explain your actions to others?" His tone was light, but his words carried an unmistakable edge. "When you lived with me in my home for so many years, I never questioned you about anything. Why do I see my tigress turned into a pussycat?"

to glare at

mouth!" she

not what it looks like. He’s not how he’s making himself sound. He’s just... a

when you’re scared," Vincent said, placing the empty glass back on the table. He casually dried his hair with a small

fury radiating as though he was ready to flip the entire world

other hand, felt all the blood drain from her

he took a step toward Vincent, his fists clenched. Natalie quickly grabbed his hand, holding

sharp eyes shifting to her. His jaw

but sincere. "Please try to understand. There are very few people in my life who

gaze pleaded with him, silently asking him to calm down. "He’s just trying to mess with us," she continued. "Please trust me. I—I don’t know how to explain, but it’s not what he’s

but his voice was controlled as he

in a coaxing tone, her sincerity clear. "But there are others, like my grandpa and... him, who are

gaze softened slightly, the tension in his frame easing as his expression shifted

toward his bag placed on the side. He rummaged through it with an air of nonchalance, acting as if the house was his own. He pulled out a set

toward Vincent. But Justin’s hand firmly held her in place as Vincent casually dropped the towel around his

look," Justin

plenty of times," he said with a mischievous smirk. "I’m

quickly shook her head, her cheeks heating as she silently denied Vincent’s claim. But her

gaze shifted back to Vincent, his eyes narrowing as they dropped below Vincent’s waist. "I’m sure she won’t feel impressed

tension in the room didn’t faze him. "Knowing her, I can bet on you