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

this is not what it looks like. He’s not how he’s

was heard. "I don’t think you’d share a home with just a friend—or even sleep with him when you’re scared," Vincent said, placing the

fury radiating as though he was

hand, felt all the blood drain from her

took a step toward Vincent, his fists clenched. Natalie quickly grabbed his hand, holding him back. "Please, don’t,"

to her. His jaw tightened, but he waited for

to understand. There are very few people in

silently asking him to calm down. "He’s just trying to mess with us," she continued. "Please trust me. I—I don’t know

waver, but his voice was controlled as

others, like

tension in his frame easing as his expression shifted from

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

turn toward Vincent. But Justin’s hand firmly held

look," Justin told

he began dressing. "She’s seen me like this plenty of times,"

as she silently denied Vincent’s claim. But her movement only drew her into Justin’s cold, unyielding gaze

to Vincent, his eyes narrowing as they dropped below Vincent’s waist. "I’m sure she won’t feel impressed anymore—she’s seen better," he said

the room didn’t faze him. "Knowing her, I can bet on you two haven’t even