Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: You Are Stuck With Me Forever

At the crack of dawn, Natalie stirred awake, feeling anxious that it was already morning. Panic set in—she was late to see her grandpa, and she feared he had been taken away from her.

Justin, who was still holding her, sensed her movements and pulled her closer. "It’s not morning yet. Sleep!"

Natalie snuggled against him and drifted back to sleep.

When she finally woke up, she found herself alone in bed. Seeing the bright sunlight outside the window, she immediately jumped out, her thoughts racing to her grandpa.

Just then, Justin stepped out of the bathroom and noticed her panic. "He hasn’t been moved from the ICU yet. It’ll take another hour," Justin informed her before she could dash out of the room.

Natalie stopped at the door and turned to look at him. He was ready in new sets of clothes, looking all fresh and ready.

"You’d better freshen up before going out. The way you look right now might shock the weak-hearted people in the hospital. And don’t let your grandpa see you like this, or he’ll think I, you husband, bullied you the entire night."

Surprised by his comment, Natalie glanced at her reflection in the glass of the painting hanging next to the door. Though not a mirror, it gave her a clear hint of her current appearance.

Her hair was a tangled mess, as if a storm had passed through it. Her eyes were red and swollen, with faint shadows under them, and her face looked pale. She was no less than a ghost straight out of a horror movie.

"The bathroom is over here."

Justin’s words snapped her out of her shock. She avoided looking at him and hurried to the bathroom, passing by him as if he weren’t there.

Justin chuckled at her embarrassed state. "Don’t worry. Even if you look like a ghost, you make the prettiest one."

The bathroom door closed, and Natalie stared at herself in the mirror. He’s right. I might actually scare people away. I don’t want Grandpa to have another attack.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"What?" she asked.

"There are clothes and some essentials for you. You might want to take them unless you prefer changing in front of me," she heard him say.

He’s really enjoying this, she thought with a frown and walked over to the door. Opening it slightly, she only put her hand out. "Give it to me."

Justin handed her the bag, and she quickly closed the door again. Inside the bag were not just clothes but also daily necessities. After a quick shower, she pulled out the dress from the bag.

"Hmm?"

She examined it. She usually wore business formal clothing, which mostly included a top, trousers, and sometimes a jacket. But what she had here was an off-white, knee-length one-piece made of rich material. She could tell it was an expensive dress without even checking the brand.

Regardless, she put it on and was surprised at how well it fit her. How does he know my size? She looked at herself in the mirror. Not bad. He seems to know about women’s clothes. Must have gifted so many dresses to other women already.

When she came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and no longer looking like a ghost but like a rich noble lady, she caught Justin’s attention. He was on the phone, but his gaze was locked on her, and for a moment, he seemed to forget what he was saying on the call.

The off-white dress fit her perfectly, highlighting her gentle curves in an elegant way. The color made her skin glow even more, and her slender legs, visible below her knees, looked delicate and graceful, making him wonder how they look entirely exposed.

He gulped at the thought of it.

He couldn’t deny she looked stunning like this—unlike her usual boring attire she preferred. But at the same time he felt relived that she didn’t fancy dressing up and won’t catch other men’s attention, or he might go end up developing a new hobby of pulling out a pair of eyes out of their sockets.

Natalie looked at him, feeling wary, and touched her face. "Is there something wrong?"

Justin snapped back to his senses and hung up the call without finishing the conversation.

"I’m going to see Grandpa," she informed him.

"There’s still time. I’ll be notified beforehand when they move Mr. Ford to his room," Justin said as he walked over to the small coffee table in the room. "Come have breakfast."

"I’m not really hungry."

"I know, but you’ll need energy to deal with your family members later," Justin said, settling into a chair. "I’m just worried that with the empty stomach you might go berserk and end up murdering someone."

Natalie frowned at his comment but went to the breakfast table anyway. She looked at the spread and could tell it had been specially prepared, not just some random takeout order. This man... he cares but has unique ways of showing it. Murder? They aren’t worth staining my hands with blood.

Once breakfast was over, before leaving, Natalie asked, "By the way, what did you say to Grandpa to convince him to go through with the surgery?"

"I told him I’m Justin Harper and that Aiden Hendrix is my other identity," he replied coolly. But Natalie had the opposite reaction.

"What?" Her eyes widened, anger flaring in them. "Are you crazy? He could tolerate being deceived once, but the next time..."