Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Guest In The City

Justin was taken aback; it was the first time she had been like this with him. After a moment, he kissed her back. The bodyguards, now accustomed to such moments, turned away, pretending to see nothing at all.

After a while, when they parted, both breathless, she slumped against his chest.

"Seems like I can’t disappoint you tonight," Justin said, holding her steady. "Hmm?"

There was no response from the drunken woman. Justin lowered his head to look at her. "Natalie?"

Still no response—she had fallen asleep. He chuckled softly in disbelief. "After tempting me, you dare to sleep?" he muttered, lifting her into his arms and carrying her inside the house.

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The next morning, when Natalie woke up, it was late. She struggled to open her eyes, groaning slightly from a splitting headache.

She looked around and realized she was back home. Her clothes had been changed, but she had no memory of how. All she could recall was being at the party and drinking while upset with Justin.

"Good morning, Mrs. Hendrix," a familiar voice greeted as a man entered the room.

The moment she saw him, she froze in surprise. When did he return?

Seeing her stunned expression, Justin stood there with a serious look. "Don’t tell me, after taking advantage of me, you don’t recall what you did."

Natalie blinked a few times, trying to piece everything together. Her eyes widened in shock as bits and pieces of the previous night came rushing back—what she had said and done with him.

"...And you dare fall asleep after doing all that?" Justin asked, his tone teasing. "How are you going to make up for it?"

"What are you talking about?" Natalie asked, feigning nonchalance, too embarrassed to admit she had been demanding sex from him.

Justin moved closer, leaning down toward the bed. "Do you need a reminder?"

Natalie quickly slid off the bed, avoiding his gaze. "I need to visit the bathroom," she said hurriedly.

Justin didn’t stop her, chuckling softly. "Don’t worry. I plan to give you exactly what you’ve been so desperate for."

"I don’t know what you mean," she said defensively before darting into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Inside the bathroom, Natalie stood in front of the mirror, stunned at her actions from the previous night. That wasn’t me. It was the alcohol messing with my brain. I would never do that otherwise.

When she returned to the room, she saw Justin sitting on the couch, scrolling through a tablet. She acted normal, quietly standing in front of the mirror to get ready.

Once she was done, Justin said, "Come here."

Natalie glanced at him and walked over. Justin handed her the tablet, showing her the news. She was surprised as she read it. "Seems like another one of Sephina’s stunts. She was completely fine at the party."

The news was about Sephina Ford being admitted to the hospital the previous night.

"She’s scared of your success and is rushing to declare Briena as the CEO of the company," Justin explained.

"And she’ll use her supposed sickness as the excuse for this hasty decision," Natalie added, "So much drama just to make her precious granddaughter her only heir,

Justin hummed in agreement.

Natalie fell silent, deep in thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Justin asked.

"I’m thinking I should start preparing to visit my other grandmother," Natalie replied, as if the matter of Sephina handing over the company to Briena held no importance to her.

Justin nodded and handed her a file. "This contains information about all the royal family members and some other related individuals you might have to deal with."

Natalie wasn’t surprised by Justin’s preparation. She was growing accustomed to him always thinking a step ahead.

She accepted the file and heard Justin say, "The current Princess of Belvorn could be a trouble."

Natalie raised an eyebrow. "Of all people, you mentioned the princess? Seems like she’s left quite an impression on you."

Natalie felt her heart skip a beat. Which man announces something like this as if scheduling a meeting?

He gave her a silent gaze, one that seemed to ask, Do you really expect me to believe that?