Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199: Want To Be My Workout Machine?

’How bold of her to claim she’d been with many men in Xyros City,’ Justin thought to himself, amused. ’More likely, she kicked their asses rather than let them touch her.’

He decided not to call out her lie, letting her reveal the truth in her own time. It would mean she trusted him completely.

Justin’s hands trailed down her neck, slipping beneath her top.

"Justin..." she murmured, as if to stop him.

"I need to fix what I messed up," he replied, his hands moving to her back, under her loose top, finding the loose straps of her bra.

She blushed, feeling embarrassed that he was about to fasten it.

"I..I’ll do it," she tried to move, but he held her steady with both his hands around her.

"Get used to it. It would be happening often. Know that you are stuck up with one greedy bastard for all your life."

Natalie swallowed, feeling her heart race at his words and the sincerity in his eyes, knowing he meant every word.

With a gentle touch, he hooked her bra, then drew his hands back, adjusting her top to make her comfortable once more.

"Thank you," she said, preparing to get up from his lap, but he stopped her. "I have something else to talk about."

"There’s no need to sit like this," she replied, regaining her usual composure.

"I prefer it this way," he said, wrapping his arms around her, making it clear he didn’t intend to let her go.

Realizing he was serious, she gave in, noticing the shift in his demeanor. His flirtatious side had vanished, replaced by the serious and composed presence of Justin Harper.

"What is it?" she asked.

He took her hand, gently caressing the back of it with his thumb in a way that felt natural, almost intimate, like a husband’s touch.

"There’s a patient with a rare blood type who needs a bone marrow transplant to survive," he began, his deep voice solemn. "They’ve found a matching donor, and that donor is you, Natalie."

"Me?" she asked in surprise. "How did they find me as a match? I don’t remember ever volunteering for any bone marrow test."

"You’ve been to hospitals a few times in your life and might have undergone the necessary tests. Is it that surprising to find a match?" Justin replied, feeling it was not the right time yet to tell her about how exactly it happened.

"Hmm, I suppose that’s possible," she replied thoughtfully. "So, they want me to donate my bone marrow?"

Justin nodded.

"Who is the patient?" she asked.

"Would you doubt me if I said I don’t know?" Justin replied, his gaze serious. "Or rather, we’re not allowed to know who the patient is."

She looked at him in surprise, but as she studied his expression, she knew he wasn’t lying. He looked more tense than she did.

"Is there something you can’t tell me?" she asked, sensing there was more beneath the surface.