Justin returned home, where Natalie was waiting for him after she had finished her work. These days, she could feel the tense air around him, though he tried to conceal it.
Entering the drawing room, Justin saw Natalie lying on the sofa, looking through her mobile—so engrossed as if she were reading something truly important. Since he had asked her not to sit for long, she preferred to lounge on the sofa like this. Seeing her in such a relaxed state, he found his home felt more homely, cozy.
He stood silently to the side, watching her just like that.
Suddenly, she sensed a gaze on her and finally turned to look at him. She sat up immediately. "You’re back?"
Justin hummed and walked over to her. "Were you waiting for me?"
She nodded and looked at him, as if wondering whether it was the right time to ask him what was going on.
As if reading her thoughts, he held her hand and sat with her in his lap. "Let’s have a talk."
Natalie felt relieved that he was finally going to tell her on his own.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I met your mother today," he answered, causing her eyes to widen. The shock on her face revealed a thousand unspoken questions, yet not a single one escaped her lips.
"She wanted to meet your husband, so I met her," he said.
"That means she knows everything about me," Natalie concluded first curious and then her expressions turned to not so pleased. "But... didn’t she want to meet me first even before meeting my husband? Though she is my mother, we are not close anymore for her to summon my husband."
"She wants to, and I will take you to her soon," he said with a soft chuckle, seeing her acting like a typica wife, only to be interrupted by her. "So you met her as Aiden Handrix or Justin Harper?"
"Aiden Handrix, for now," Justin answered.
"Justin Harper would have left a better impression on her," Natalie said, her expression showing a hint of pride, as if she wanted to show off her husband in front of her mother.
Justin chuckled. "I used the name that’s on our marriage certificate. And it doesn’t matter whether it’s Aiden Handrix or Justin Harper—the fact remains that I am your husband."
She could only hum in response, while Justin knew that telling Caryn he was someone related to James Harper would create another conflict.
At this moment, he didn’t want to add to the troubles already brewing. Moreover, he was still unsure about letting Natalie know they were step-siblings. He was worried she might distance herself from him before they even had a chance to grow closer.
"There are more things I need to tell you, and I want you to stay calm and listen to everything," he proposed. "I promised you I’d tell you everything once I knew the truth, didn’t I?"
She nodded. She had been waiting patiently for this moment, despite the countless times she’d been tempted to ask but held herself back.
Justin began explaining everything—her mother, the attacks on both of them, and her lineage from Belvorn—carefully leaving out parts about his own life, as they had no connection to Belvorn or Caryn.
"So... those people are the reason my mother had to fake her death, live in hiding, and force me to grow up like an orphan?" Natalie’s voice grew colder, despite the storm of emotions brewing inside her.
Justin hummed once more in quiet confirmation.
Even when Caryn was on the brink of death, they didn’t want her to survive. The more Natalie thought about it and how her life had been nothing but pain, the angrier she felt. She didn’t even want much in life—just peace and happiness—but some people out there seemed determined to ruin it for her.
"Sure, I can’t wait to meet those people as well," Natalie said, her tone turning firm with determination and revenge. "If you’ve talked it through with my mother, then I’m sure you have a plan."
He smirked. "You sure are smart. Just wait for it."
She hummed, lost in her thoughts, when suddenly a pair of lips sealed hers. Taken aback by the unexpected kiss, she was about to pull away, but a hand rested at the back of her head, pulling her closer.
"Oh my god," a dramatic voice exclaimed with a loud gasp. "Have my eyes gone bad, or am I dreaming?"
Natalie immediately pushed Justin away to break the kiss and turned to see a newcomer standing at a distance.
A tall and handsome young man in his early twenties, light blue eyes, ash blond hair, wearing stylish clothes- a perfectly fitted white T-shirt with a leather jacket over it, a jeans and stylish sneakers, carrying a small backpack in one hand, his eyes still wide in exaggerated shock.
Justin glared at him as if ready to commit murder for disturbing the moment while simultaneously keeping Natalie firmly on his lap, preventing her from moving away.
"What are you doing here, Seb?" Justin asked coldly.
"I just came to visit my brother, who’s back in the country but didn’t even bother to inform me," the young man replied. A playful smile tugged at his lips. "But I didn’t expect to witness my celibate brother breaking his vow of chastity right in front of my eyes."
Brother? Natalie wondered if he was another son of James Harper. How many secret sons does that aloof old man have?
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