Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134: Sweet Liar

Justin nodded and stepped into the bathroom as Natalie let him in.

Inside the confined space, she felt a wave of hesitation wash over her. Should I have done this outside instead?

"Turn around," she heard him say.

She looked at him. His gaze was calm and steady, like still water. Without saying a word, she turned around, allowing him to stand behind her and looked at him through the large mirror over the washbasin counter.

Just as his hands reached for the zipper, she moved forward slightly and said, "Maybe... close your eyes when you unzip it."

She didn’t want him to see her exposed back.

"How am I supposed to see what’s wrong with the zipper if I close my eyes?"

He had a point. She glanced at him through the mirror, her nervousness visible on her face. Seeing her expression, Justin spoke again, "Turn around."

She hesitated, offering him a questioning look through the mirror. "What do you mean?"

"You don’t want me to see your exposed back directly, right? So, turn around and face me," he explained. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

Still unsure of what he intended, she slowly turned around to face him. Justin took a step closer, positioning himself directly in front of her. Her back was now turned to the mirror, so he could see it without looking at her body directly.

Instinctively, Natalie took a step back as he approached.

"What?" she asked softly, feeling her heart race.

"My arms are long, but they have their limits when it comes to reaching tricky spots," he said as he moved closer, making her step back again until she was pressed against the washbasin counter.

Justin sighed but then observed her flustered face.

’Is this the same woman who smashed that expensive car without batting an eye and even warned others like a boss, but now acting here like a scaredy cat?’ He wondered, wanting to see this side of hers even more. ’She dares claim being with so many men? Sweet liar! But then, I shall be the only one to see her like this.’

"I guess you can’t move past the counter now," he remarked, his gaze lingering on her anxious face, clearly enjoying her reaction.

"What do you plan to do?" she asked warily.

"For now, just help you with the zipper. But if you want me to do something else, I wouldn’t mind that either," he said, stepping even closer.

She shrank back, feeling the cool edge of the washbasin counter against her. "I only asked you to help with my stuck zipper."

"And that’s exactly what I was going to do. But you added conditions, even for such a simple thing. Close my eyes? Then you’d complain if my hands happened to slip and touch you somewhere else. How do you expect me to untangle your stuck zipper with my eyes closed?"

I asked for this. It’s my fault.’