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.

can check the size of every single dress. They’re all specially made for you—perfectly your

she muttered, grabbing the clothes and inspecting

"Wondering

expecting him to say something perverted like, I’ve been close enough

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 probably know

refute his statement. She did know his clothing size, so it

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

him, only to see

size after touching you

him off as she quickly walked toward the bathroom, her cheeks burning. Does this man

disappeared into the bathroom. Justin watched

to the bedroom, and a servant was arranging the dishes on the small coffee table

stood and pulled out a chair

seat as he moved to

around. She had personally decorated the

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

my company," she argued, her voice

countered without hesitation, calmly serving food onto her

you being

adding food to his own plate, "but if you don’t take proper rest, you could end up

a shiver down

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,

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

hummed in approval. "And just so you know," he added, "this

puzzled. "Our

home however they wanted?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I allowed you to design it because you’re the one who’s going to live here with

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

know, this home would turn into her

feel flattered or feel annoyed that he played me while knowing everything about me? She sighed internally. Forget it. I’ll just accept it as my home. He stayed in

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

"I’m not a freeloader. I won’t even freeload off

countered smoothly. "Should I transfer all my wealth to you

you penniless, and let you suffer in poverty?"

know how capable your husband is. Don’t worry,