Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 256: And Sex?

Days passed, and it was finally time for the perfume competition. Before Natalie could leave, the doctor arrived at Justin’s home to check on her.

Justin didn’t want to take any risks this time.

"I’m really feeling fine," Natalie said, glaring at Justin, who was sitting quietly on the couch in their bedroom. "I have to leave early, or..."

"Unless the doctor approves that you’re fine, you’re not leaving," Justin said, his expression serious, leaving no room for argument.

Natalie clenched her fists. For the past week, he hadn’t allowed her to do anything but rest, and she was tired of it. "You didn’t even let me practice or prepare anything for the competition. How am I supposed to pass the first round?"

"I know you’ll figure it out," he replied calmly.

She looked at him in disbelief. "Figure it out? This isn’t just any ordinary competition—it’s with the best perfumers in the country..."

"No one is better than you," he interrupted her. "If you insist on arguing more, I know how to shut your mouth. Every night for the past few days, I’ve become very familiar with that small mouth of yours."

Natalie’s face flushed. Every night, he would kiss her passionately, almost punishingly, to the point of leaving her breathless, as if making her pay for not taking better care of herself.

"If the doctor says I can’t go, will you really stop me?" she asked.

"Hmm," he nodded.

"But I have to take my revenge on Sephina and Briena Ford, and this competition is my chance to prove my innocence that I am not the plagiarist but she is."

"I can help you with that without you having to participating in the competition," he said. "And trust me, I can do even worse with them if you want me to."

have to do it myself," Natalie declared, silently

the door and informed, "Mr. Harper, the doctor is

lay on her stomach as the doctor inspected the area of the procedure. He then asked her to

sure not to look at Justin, whose gaze was firmly

was skilled at hiding any discomfort or pain, so he wasn’t

she felt, Natalie was about to say she felt no discomfort, but then she caught Justin’s cold gaze, as if warning

be honest. "A little discomfort

on strict rest. You’re free to go outside, but you’re still

relieved to hear this and was about to thank the

"And sex?" Justin asked.

him with a smile and replied, "Maybe wait for another week. And make sure not to

anymore. All he thinks about is sex. Forcing me to rest and recover was all because he just can’t hold back anymore. Only God can save me from him. How I wish my back wasn’t getting

Justin’s warning snapped her

had already left. Justin was staring at her, arms folded across his chest, his expression

saying it all in my mind, right? Or

toward her, and she instinctively stepped back. The bed was behind her, and before she could stumble, Justin’s strong arm circled

pressed against his, and his icy gaze locked onto her shocked one. "If you’re so adamant about being bedridden a while longer, trust me, I can fulfill that wish of

behind his words

a try?" he asked, his voice low and threateningly

"I... I’ll rest enough once I return... I need to leave for

hair—not too forcefully—and made her look up

hers with an intensity that made her knees weak. His other hand, still around her waist, tightened its hold, pulling her even closer. Natalie’s hands