Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 228: Clothes And Size

After two hours, Natalie finally stirred from her sleep. Exhausted, she didn’t even have the will to move out of the soft, comfortable bed.

I thought I was fine after a week of rest, but this damn "small procedure" feels worse than a major surgery. My back still hurts. I don’t think I’ve fully recovered yet.

Just then, Justin entered the room. He saw her awake, her face drawn into a frown as she lay in bed.

"Are you in pain?" he asked, walking over to her.

Of course I am. But if I tell you the truth, you won’t let me attend tomorrow’s important event for my company, she thought. Shaking her head, she replied, "Not much."

He moved closer and helped her sit up. "Dinner is ready. Once you eat, you can take your medicine and feel better."

She nodded silently as he stood and walked toward the wardrobe. "You need to freshen up and change into the new clothes."

"We forgot to bring my clothes," she said, watching him as he opened the wardrobe. Don’t tell me he’s going to make me wear his clothes—maybe just his shirt. One of his perverted fantasies? I’m not going to wear that.

But when Justin opened the wardrobe, she froze. An entire section was filled with women’s clothing.

Why does he already have women’s clothes here?

Justin casually pulled out a comfortable nightdress and picked up matching lingerie, placing them neatly on the bed.

She stared at the clothes, then shifted her gaze back to him. Before she could ask, he said, "Sooner or later, I was going to bring you here, so I’ve already arranged everything for both of us."

So these are for me, Natalie concluded, her suspicions fading as she glanced at the neatly arranged clothes.

Justin smirked lightly, as if he could read her thoughts from the moment he mentioned changing clothes. "What? Are you disappointed that I already have clothes arranged for you and didn’t offer my shirt instead?"

She felt flabbergasted, caught off guard like a thief discovered mid-act.

"Did I disappoint you?" he teased, the sly smirk on his lips deepening. "If so, you’re always welcome to wear my shirts. I have plenty."

"I... didn’t," she stammered, her voice slightly defensive. "I was just wondering why you have women’s clothes, but then you already explained it."

Justin was clearly enjoying her flustered state. "Were you suspicious that I might’ve entertained some other women behind your back?"

"No, I wasn’t," she said quickly, though she had briefly wondered about it. She hadn’t expected him to have clothes prepared for her, and it amazed her how thoughtful and meticulous this CEO could be—even in small matters.

check the size of every single dress. They’re

check," she muttered, grabbing the clothes and inspecting

on her. "Wondering how

for some cheeky remark, expecting him to say something perverted like, I’ve been close enough to you, touched you enough to

for quite some time now," he explained casually. "We’ve even shared the wardrobe. You don’t think I’m blind, do you? It’s not hard to notice your clothing sizes. You

statement. She did know his clothing

with him, only to hear him add, "By the way, what

only to see

after touching you

walked toward the bathroom, her cheeks burning. Does this man have sensors in his brain to detect what I’m thinking? I need

it well and disappeared into the bathroom. Justin watched her leave but

to the bedroom, and a servant was arranging the dishes on the small coffee table by the large glass wall. The

pulled out a chair for

but complied, taking the seat as he moved to sit across

personally decorated the grand dining

and rest afterward. Otherwise, you won’t be allowed to attend tomorrow’s event." His tone was gentle, but there was an unmistakable edge of warning in

is important for my company,"

important than you," he countered without hesitation, calmly serving

gaze fixed on him. "Aren’t you being a little too controlling, just because I’m in

don’t take proper rest, you could end up with serious injuries or long-term issues with your spine." His sharp gaze

thought sent a shiver down Natalie’s spine. "I didn’t

out of the hospital in just a week, and on top of that, you refuse to slow down. I don’t mind spending

sank. "I’m sorry," she said quietly. "I thought I was fine. I’ll make

so you know," he added, "this isn’t my home.

puzzled. "Our

small smile tugging at his

to design it however she thought was best. At that time she just thought the owner was too busy to pay attention

home would turn into

She sighed internally. Forget it. I’ll just accept it as my home.

read her mind. "Just enjoy the

him a glare. "I’m not a freeloader.

mind freeloading off my wife’s money," he countered smoothly. "Should I transfer all my wealth to you and depend on

leave you penniless, and

anything, but penniless. You don’t know how capable