Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Who Is Your Woman?

She tried to recall. "I slept..."

"Slept?" he interrupted her again. "With that idiot, Ivan Brown?"

"No, it’s not like that," she retorted hastily, leaning back slightly to distance herself from his cold glare. She had no reason to feel this way, but she couldn’t help it—being intimidated by him felt like a basic instinct.

"It was the first time I’d ever entered that place, so I remember everything clearly. I suddenly wasn’t feeling well that day, and Ivan asked me to rest there so no one would disturb me."

Justin moved closer. "And?" His hand moved to the back of her neck, holding it gently as his thumb brushed against her skin. "What did you do?"

"I slept... I mean, alone..."

"You were unwell, stayed in his private place, and he left you alone?" Justin raised an eyebrow. "That’s quite questionable, considering what it says about him as a man."

She frowned, unable to get out of his hold at the back of her neck. "I was really not well, alright? And he had work lined up for the entire day."

"Are you defending him for leaving you alone despite you being sick, or trying to defend yourself for not being tempting enough for him to hold him back?"

Nataliae wasn’t going to tell him that she and Ivan were not close in that way—especially after she’d once told him that she missed having Ivan in her bed.

She gritted her teeth. "I told you, I was sick, and he was busy. Any man would—"

"I wouldn’t," he interrupted, his gaze piercing into hers. "I wouldn’t leave you alone when you’re sick, even if it meant my company going bankrupt."

The anger and frustration she was struggling to hold onto melted away in an instant as she felt the sincerity of his words.

"I can build another company," he added softly, "but I can’t get you back if I lose you."

The air around them turned unusually calm. Her heart started beating faster as she screamed inside, Don’t do this, or I will truly fall for you. The soft rubbing of his thumb along her neck sent shivers down her skin.

"I... think we should continue where we left off." She tried to sound composed as she gently moved his hand away from her neck. "I was in that lounge the entire day—alone. No one, not even Ivan, came to disturb me. Once I woke up, I worked for another hour in the R&D department, and then I went home."

Justin finally released her and added, "When you woke up, it was 5 p.m. Even if you had left the office right then, you wouldn’t have made it to City Hall in time to register your marriage. They stop accepting registrations after five. So, it must have happened during the hours you spent sleeping in the lounge."

"But how can that be? I don’t remember going out or anyone coming to see me," she said, puzzled. "That floor... no one can enter other than Ivan. The elevator won’t even go up unless someone swipes the card, and only Ivan has that."

They looked at each other briefly before Natalie asked, "Do you think Ivan had anything to do with it?"

Justin raised an eyebrow. "And why do you think that?"

She hesitated, thinking it through. "Well, he had no reason to. We were just friends—we weren’t even dating, so..."

Justin chuckled. "I don’t think he’s smart enough to pull off such a stunt. He’s been made a fool too by not revealing it until your wedding day."

"But the person who did this... they would have told me before. Why did they wait until my wedding day?"

Justin, on the other hand, thought to himself, Kick him in the nuts? I’ll do it for you. You’re not touching another man—especially not that part.