Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 276: Rouge In The Home

Cathy reached Natalie’s home. She entered the password and stepped inside.

She looked around. ’Whoa, not bad. It doesn’t look like no one’s staying here. It’s cozy and comforting.’ She glanced at the shoe stand. ’They even have home slippers, but... men’s slippers? Ah, it must be her husband’s.’ She removed her shoes and slipped into the home slippers.

’I can definitely live here in the most comfortable way.’ With a satisfied smile, she looked around the drawing room. ’Let’s look for a bedroom. Nat doesn’t live here anymore, so I can just take the master bedroom. Damn, it’s so good to have rich friends and save my own money on living expenses. I’ll treat Natalie to a nice dinner later... well... only if her husband leaves her for me. That man looked like he was going to eat Natalie right away.’

She walked towards one of the rooms and opened the door. ’This is definitely where my girl had been living.’ She entered the room, closed the door behind her, and set her bags down on the side. ’Time for a nice shower, and then I’ll arrange all my stuff in the wardrobe.’

She pulled out clothes from her bags and placed them neatly on the bed.

After a refreshing shower, she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel. ’Living at home all by yourself—you don’t have to worry about anything. I could even wander around naked. Such freedom.’

Just as she reached for her clothes, she paused. ’I’m thirsty.’

She stepped out of the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, which she had noticed earlier on her way to the room. ’I might as well reward myself with a nice coffee.’

In a cheerful mood, just as she reached the kitchen entrance...

"Ahhh!"

A scream escaped her lips as her eyes landed on a silver-haired man, wrapped in just a towel around his waist, standing by the kitchen counter at the far end, seemingly preparing coffee for himself.

He looked at her, momentarily shocked by her scream, but then turned his attention back to preparing his coffee, as if her presence didn’t matter to him.

Cathy stepped forward, grabbed a pan from the kitchen counter as a makeshift weapon, and demanded, "W-Who are you? What are you doing in my home? Did you break into the house while the owner was away?"

Without looking at her, he replied calmly, "I want to ask you the same question."

"Answer me, or I’ll call the police!" she shouted angrily.

Holding his coffee mug, he finally turned his gaze toward her, his expression calm and composed. "Seven."

"What?" Cathy asked, frowning.

If it slips down, I might consider increasing the rating," he replied, taking

towel tightly while keeping the pan pointed

at his lips. "But first, take care of that towel. Although... I don’t mind enjoying my coffee with

took a

bolting out of the kitchen. She rushed into the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it

gasped for air, her heart pounding in

where’s my mobile?" she muttered frantically, searching the bed until

The phone rang for what felt like an eternity

in your home! We have

breathless voice came

happened to you?" Cathy asked. "Were you running

replied hesitantly. "And that must be my friend

get such a weird friend? You never told me about him!" Cathy said, frowning. "And

He comes and leaves at his

on his own, just like that? You didn’t tell

to me, like when you asked

here with your permission," Cathy retorted. "He has to

male voice. "Do whatever you want. Don’t bother Natalie

the call ended

Cathy stared at her phone in disbelief. "That damn man.

on her clothes. ’He’s Natalie’s friend, not some thief.

walked to the door, slowly turned the knob, and peeked

the drawing room. He was still in just a towel, showing off his tall, perfectly sculpted body. One hand was

Cathy said as she walked forward. "I just talked to

free hand as if to shush

as she noticed his expression turn serious

the matter?" his deep, authoritative

in acknowledgment, and then hung up. He emptied

need to talk," Cathy said

walked towards the guest room he was staying in, his hand ruffling his damp hair

surge of anger at his indifference