Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276: Rouge In The Home

Cathy reached Natalie’s home. She entered the password and stepped inside.

She looked around. ’Whoa, not bad. It doesn’t look like no one’s staying here. It’s cozy and comforting.’ She glanced at the shoe stand. ’They even have home slippers, but... men’s slippers? Ah, it must be her husband’s.’ She removed her shoes and slipped into the home slippers.

’I can definitely live here in the most comfortable way.’ With a satisfied smile, she looked around the drawing room. ’Let’s look for a bedroom. Nat doesn’t live here anymore, so I can just take the master bedroom. Damn, it’s so good to have rich friends and save my own money on living expenses. I’ll treat Natalie to a nice dinner later... well... only if her husband leaves her for me. That man looked like he was going to eat Natalie right away.’

She walked towards one of the rooms and opened the door. ’This is definitely where my girl had been living.’ She entered the room, closed the door behind her, and set her bags down on the side. ’Time for a nice shower, and then I’ll arrange all my stuff in the wardrobe.’

She pulled out clothes from her bags and placed them neatly on the bed.

After a refreshing shower, she stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in only a towel. ’Living at home all by yourself—you don’t have to worry about anything. I could even wander around naked. Such freedom.’

Just as she reached for her clothes, she paused. ’I’m thirsty.’

She stepped out of the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen, which she had noticed earlier on her way to the room. ’I might as well reward myself with a nice coffee.’

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"Ahhh!"

A scream escaped her lips as her eyes landed on a silver-haired man, wrapped in just a towel around his waist, standing by the kitchen counter at the far end, seemingly preparing coffee for himself.

He looked at her, momentarily shocked by her scream, but then turned his attention back to preparing his coffee, as if her presence didn’t matter to him.

Cathy stepped forward, grabbed a pan from the kitchen counter as a makeshift weapon, and demanded, "W-Who are you? What are you doing in my home? Did you break into the house while the owner was away?"

Without looking at her, he replied calmly, "I want to ask you the same question."

"Answer me, or I’ll call the police!" she shouted angrily.

Holding his coffee mug, he finally turned his gaze toward her, his expression calm and composed. "Seven."

"What?" Cathy asked, frowning.

"Seven—with a towel still on. If it slips down, I might consider increasing the rating," he replied, taking a sip of his coffee and humming softly in approval at the taste.

Cathy glanced down and realized her towel was on the verge of slipping. With her free hand, she immediately clutched the towel tightly while keeping the pan pointed at him with the other hand. "I’m warning you—leave right now, or I’ll call the police!"

"Go ahead," he said, his gaze shamelessly running over her from head to toe as a smirk tugged at his lips. "But first, take care of that towel. Although... I don’t mind enjoying my coffee with the sight of a naked woman."

He took a step forward.

"Don’t come any closer!" Cathy shrieked, stumbling backward before turning and bolting out of the kitchen. She rushed into the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it behind her.

Leaning against the door, she gasped for air, her heart pounding in her chest.

"M-My mobile... where’s my mobile?" she muttered frantically, searching the bed until she finally spotted her phone. "Police... No, first Natalie..."

She dialed Natalie’s number with trembling fingers. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before, finally, the call was answered.

"Nat, there’s a thief in your home! We have to call the police, quick...."

"Calm down," Natalie’s breathless voice came through the phone.

"What happened to you?" Cathy asked. "Were you running a marathon?"

"N-Nothing," Natalie replied hesitantly. "And that must be my friend Vincent."

"Your friend? Where did you get such a weird friend? You never told me about him!" Cathy said, frowning. "And wait—if he’s already here, why didn’t you tell me beforehand?"

"He’s like a storm. He comes and leaves at his will. I didn’t know he was still there."

"So, he’s just staying here on his own, just like that? You didn’t tell him to live here...."

"Sounds familiar to me, like when you asked me to stay in my home."

She sighed, placed the phone aside, and quickly put on her clothes. ’He’s Natalie’s friend, not some thief. No need to be scared of him.’

"Are you deaf?" she snapped.