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.

doubts," Justin continued smoothly, "you can check the size of every single

grabbing

playful gaze lingered on her. "Wondering how I

say something perverted like, I’ve been close enough to you, touched you enough to know every inch of your size. But

don’t think I’m blind, do you?

couldn’t refute his statement. She did know his clothing

agreeing with him, only to hear him add, "By the

at him, only

your size after touching you everywhere..." he

she blurted, cutting him off as she quickly walked toward the bathroom, her cheeks burning. Does this man have sensors in his brain to detect what I’m

she hid it well and disappeared into

the small coffee table by the large glass wall. The

and pulled out a chair for

as he moved to

here?" she asked, glancing around. She had personally decorated the grand dining room downstairs, a space

rest afterward. Otherwise, you won’t be allowed to attend tomorrow’s event." His tone was gentle,

event is important for my

is more important than you," he countered without hesitation, calmly serving food onto her

him. "Aren’t you being a little too controlling, just

you could end up with serious injuries or long-term issues with your spine." His sharp gaze

sent a shiver down Natalie’s

in just a week, and on top of that, you refuse to slow down. I don’t mind spending my life with a crippled wife if it comes to that, but are you really

sank. "I’m sorry," she said quietly. "I thought

as he hummed in approval. "And just so you know," he added, "this isn’t my home. It’s

puzzled.

tugging at his lips. "I allowed you to

being told to design it however she thought was best. At that

home would turn into her home one

me? She sighed internally. Forget it. I’ll just accept it as my home. He stayed in my home like it was his own

be calculative," Justin said, as if he’d read her mind. "Just enjoy the rightful benefits of having a rich and capable

glare. "I’m not a freeloader.

he countered smoothly. "Should I transfer all my wealth to you and depend on you,

leave you penniless, and let you suffer in poverty?" she

but penniless. You don’t know how capable your