Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: All You Have To Do Is To Fall For Me

Natalie stared at him, torn between fear and hope. Before she could stop herself, she whispered, "What if I never...?"

"You will," Justin interrupted, his tone certain and steady. "I believe in us. So stop overthinking, and let things between us unfold naturally."

A small, hesitant nod escaped Natalie. She wanted to believe him—to trust his words.

Justin straightened, stepped back, tucking his hands coolly into his pockets, watching her with a steady, unreadable gaze.

"I am giving you time, that doesn’t mean I would stay away from you," He began turning to his domineering self, from how gentle he was a moment before. "If we stay away, how would you realize what you feel for me? So, do not expect me to be a gentleman, which I am not. I would be close to you, kiss you when both of us are in a situation. I won’t hold back."

Natalie swallowed hard. This man—he was like a chameleon. One moment, he seemed like the most patient, understanding man in the world. The next, he was unapologetically bold, making it clear that he wasn’t going to play by the rules of restraint.

’One moment gentleman, but the next moment a rouge.’

"But don’t worry," Justin added, his tone calm but unwavering. "The more intimate things—like what we did last night, or sex—those will only happen when you consent to it."

Natalie’s breath hitched, her throat tightening at his blunt words. Her palms grew clammy, and she couldn’t help but wonder, Why is this man so direct?

"And another thing," Justin continued, his gaze steady on her. "If you have anything on your mind—complaints, doubts, or feelings—tell me directly. Don’t jump to conclusions or create misunderstandings in your head and then cry over them like someone weak."

His words, though firm, weren’t harsh—they were matter-of-fact, reflecting his desire for clarity.

"I hate misunderstandings," he went on, "and I prefer open communication, even if the truth might sting. You’re a strong woman, Natalie. Be that way with me too. If something feels wrong, tell me to my face. Got it?"

Natalie swallowed hard and awkwardly cleared her throat. "I am married."

"Doesn’t matter. When I said you are mine, that Aiden Handrix had already lost you," he said with a determination. "Got it?"

"Understood," she muttered, nodding quickly.

Justin gave a small, satisfied nod. "Good. Now let’s get some sleep."

Without further comment, he walked over to his side of the bed, leaving Natalie with a swirl of thoughts and emotions she wasn’t quite ready to unpack.

He confessed, even stated the important conditions for the relationship, and he was still so clam, composed and so cool, while Natalie was a confused mess.

Justin got the bed and Natalie realised she had yet to thank him for all the help he was offering her silently.

"Thank you for helping me without me asking you to," she said gently.

"You don’t need to, as you are my woman," he said offering her to get on her side of the bed as he lifted the blanket to cover then both. "But, as far as I remember, you clearly asked me to help you."

Natalies face turned red as she remembered the way she begged him and what happened after that.

Had I never really loved him?

Justin noticed the confusion flickering across her face and leaned in gently with his words. "You’re smart enough to understand the difference, Natalie. It’s time to let go of what’s no longer worth holding onto." _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}