Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother

Chapter 378: Cathy And Vincent

Vincent stepped out of the car and looked up at the apartment building, its windows glowing under the starry sky.

Back after so long... but it feels like I’m finally home.

He entered the building, took the elevator, and headed upstairs. After punching in the password, he stepped inside the apartment and casually made his way to the kitchen, feeling thirsty.

Just as he reached the entrance, a woman wrapped in a bath towel—with her wet hair bundled up in another towel—was pulling out a water bottle.

"You never stop seducing me, do you?" he commented, making the woman jump in fright.

"What the hell?" Cathy gasped, placing a hand over her heart. She hadn’t even realized when he’d entered the apartment. "What are you doing here?"

Ignoring her question, he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. "Just because I was gone for a while, you seem to have forgotten I live here too."

"I thought you were gone for good," she said, stepping farther away from him.

He took a sip, then looked at her, giving her a head-to-toe glance. "Tsk. You haven’t improved at all. You’ve dropped to a solid six. Not even slightly seduced."

"I’d rather die a virgin than seduce an ugly, silver-haired deer like you," she snapped, visibly angry and ready to slap the arrogance out of him. "What’s wrong with my body? I’m a ten—it’s your vision that’s deteriorated."

Unfazed by her fury, he placed the empty bottle aside and rummaged through the fridge. "You better hold that towel tight and spare my eyes from the trauma of seeing your not-so-appealing naked body."

"You—!" She looked down, saw her towel slightly loosened, and quickly tightened it—only to notice him pulling out the ice cream pack she had saved for herself.

"That’s mine..." she said, annoyed.

He looked at the pack in his hand. "And now it’s mine," he said, walking out of the kitchen without another glance.

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Cathy wanted to snatch it back but realized her current state. She rushed to her bedroom, threw off the towels, and quickly slipped into her pajamas.

"That bastard dares to eat my ice cream," she muttered and hurried out of the room, determined to grab it back before he finished it all.

By the time she reached the drawing room, Vincent was sitting comfortably on the sofa, legs stretched out on the center table, enjoying the ice cream while watching TV.

She crept up from behind the sofa, ready to snatch it from his hands—but the moment her hands reached out, one of them was caught in a firm grip. In the next second, she was flipped over as if she weighed nothing and landed flat on the sofa.

"If it had been a stranger," she heard him say coolly, "you’d have landed straight on the center table and come out with your back broken for life. Be thankful you landed on the sofa."

She lifted her head and glared at him angrily.

Getting up, she stood in front of him, deliberately blocking his view of the TV.

of the way. You’re disturbing my relaxing time," he said calmly, putting another spoonful of ice cream

need it after drinking, or I

of ice cream in his mouth. "It’s already finished," he said, showing her the empty ice cream

it in disbelief. "That was half a kilo! Are you a snow

are around, you’ve got to eat fast before your food gets snatched," he said, holding the empty container out to her. "You can lick the

the clock. At this hour, the ice cream shops would be closed—no home deliveries

party, she’d gone out drinking with Mia, and now...

she snapped, eyes slightly moist as she turned to go back to her room. "Bastard..." she muttered, storming off, unleashing every

at the empty container in his hands,

out his phone and making a quick call to

minutes later, the doorbell

at the door at this hour? Must be

continued to ring for a while, but no one

due to her

to

and walked into the

doorbell rang again, and she flung the door

Cathy, this is for

in casual clothes—a T-shirt and trousers—holding a few familiar-looking boxes

anything, he handed the bag over and

ice cream packs in her hands, then slowly closed

door of the guest room. "That jerk seems to

she muttered, "A man who tortures a woman by

the refrigerator, and plopped down on the sofa—finally

—-

into the drawing room, stretching as he tried to shake

on the wooden platform

walked out of her room, already dressed and ready to

go this far to thank and impress me," Vincent

snapped. "Once you’re done admiring them, throw them out. The fragrance from all those flowers

walking toward the gifts

of foolish women who go crazy over annoying men," she said flatly. "And

the

the door—only to be met

the door instead of that sulky woman! We can finally

before him,

stormed over. "Who are you calling the sulky woman? I’ve been tolerating you girls for

three girls shrank

flashing them