Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166: Confession

Natalie headed to the kitchen to grab the water jug for the bedroom, but—

"What... who cleaned it?" she exclaimed, surprised by the sight of the spotless kitchen. It looked as if it had never seen a mess before. She clearly remembered the chaos she had left behind while cooking—the splattered soup and cluttered counters. Now, there wasn’t a single trace of it.

Justin stood beside her, humming in approval as he observed the pristine kitchen.

She turned to him. "Did you send someone to clean this?"

"Ryan was enough," Justin replied coolly, already heading toward the bedroom.

Natalie glanced around in disbelief, noting even the trash had been emptied and everything was neatly arranged. She picked up the already-filled water jug and followed him while thinking.

"Ryan? How could you ask your bodyguard—one trained like him—to do chores like this?" she asked, unable to picture the towering, broad-shouldered man meticulously scrubbing her kitchen.

Justin gave a nonchalant shrug as he entered the bedroom. "If I, the richest and most powerful man in the country, can do it, why can’t he?"

Natalie was reminded of the time Justin had cleaned her kitchen himself—and to her surprise, he’d done a flawless job. She would have given him a 10/10.

Setting the water jug on the table, she said, "Well, don’t do that again. I’d feel bad letting someone like you handle things like that."

"Those are basic skills of survival. If he one can’t take care of their own home and needs, how can they even handle the matters outside?" Justin replied casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Besides, if my woman can do it, why can’t I?"

Natalie fell silent, her gaze dropping as she avoided looking at him.

"We should sleep early," she mumbled, heading toward her side of the bed.

But Justin caught her hand, gently stopping her. "We need to talk."

Without turning, she replied, "It’s late. Maybe tomorrow."

"It won’t take long," Justin insisted, his gaze fixed on her back.

Natalie finally turned to face him. He released her hand, guiding her to sit at the edge of the bed. He took a step back, leaning casually against the desk behind him, both hands tucked into the pockets of his pants.

"Why are you avoiding me after we kissed in the kitchen?" he asked bluntly. Playing with words and going round and round was not his style.