Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: I Plan To Eat You Whole Tonight

"What do you say?" Julia asked again, waiting expectantly.

"G-Grandma, you know I’m married," Natalie stammered, silently praying that Julia wouldn’t push it any further.

"So what? Justin can help you get a divorce from that man, and you can start your life with someone you actually choose," Julia said, glancing at Justin, who sat with a grave expression, seemingly focused on his work. "Justin, what do you think?"

"Whatever she wants," Justin replied calmly, though inside his mind, a storm was raging.

Natalie could clearly sense it—she was going to be in trouble later.

"Grandma, it’s alright," Natalie spoke gently. "Justin has already been helping me a lot. But when it comes to matters related to my husband, I prefer to handle it alone."

Handle it alone? Justin’s mind swirling with unspoken thoughts. You won’t even get a chance to see him to handle anything. All you have to do is focus on me.

"So what if he helped you? It’s his duty to help his si—"

"Julia," Justin interrupted immediately, "If she doesn’t want help, don’t insist. Everyone needs their own space."

Julia realized she had almost blurted our something that she had decided not to reveal it to Natalie yet. Thankfully, Justin stopped her just in time.

She gave Natalie an awkward smile. "Don’t mind me, alright? We old people worry for younger ones more than we should."

Natalie simply nodded, not entirely sure what had just happened.

"Julia, you should get some sleep now. It’s late," Justin instructed, his voice cold and authoritative, signaling to Julia that it was time for her to listen after the near-mistake she had almost made.

"Alright," Julia agreed, standing up from the sofa, and Natalie followed suit.

"I’ll sleep in your room, so Justin can take the guest room," Julia announced. "Last time I checked, there are only two bedrooms, and it wouldn’t be comfortable for a tall man like him to sleep on the sofa while the two of us take the rooms."

"Alright, Grandma," Natalie agreed, exchanging a glance with Justin, but neither of them said anything.

Only if Julia knew her grandson never planned to sleep on the sofa, and had arranged the king size bed for himself in the master bedroom as if it was his own home.

Once Natalie took Julia to her room, Justin ran a hand through his hair. I have to sleep away from her tonight when I was planning to hold her and sleep peacefully. How am I going to sleep now?

Natalie made sure Julia was comfortable, turned off the lights, and then came out with her laptop in hand. Justin was surprised to see her back but liked the idea that she would be with him for a little longer.

"I thought you’d be sleeping by now," he commented.

Natalie settled down on the carpeted floor and placed her laptop on the center table. "There’s a project I need to take care of."

"What kind of project?" he asked.

"Some BusyBaron project," she replied and focused on her work.

’That BusyBaron is sitting right here, next to you,’ Justin smiled lightly.

After a while, she sent an email and then leaned back, feeling a little relieved.

Mr. BusyBaron—who was actually Justin—checked his inbox and saw Natalie’s email. She had sent him a progress update and asked for his opinion.

Justin simply typed:

[Ms. Carlie, just work as if you would be living there yourself. Arrange everything with the kind of items you’d want to have around and feel comfortable with. I trust your choices.]

[I might end up adding gold and diamonds everywhere if you give me that kind of liberty.]

[I assure you that I can afford it all.]

Reading his response, Natalie raised a brow. Seems like he really is a rich man. Hmm, whatever. Let’s just get this finished.