Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Your Grandpa Is Coming

"We don’t have time for this," he said calmly, gently pushing her aside as he entered her home with his bag, completely disregarding the fact that it was Natalie’s home, not his.

Stunned, Natalie watched as Justin placed his bag on the table and began unzipping it. "Help me arrange my stuff, quickly," he instructed.

"Wait... What’s going on?" she asked, eyeing the bag full of his belongings. "What’s the meaning of this? Why would your stuff be here...?"

"Your grandfather is arriving in the next ten minutes," Justin replied, busy pulling items out of the bag.

All the colours drained from Natalie’s face as she turned pale. "G-Grandpa? Why would he be here?"

"Would you rather let him discover your lies, or help me now so it doesn’t look like your husband doesn’t stay with you?" His voice was cold and impatient. "He’ll be here any moment. Later, don’t blame me for not warning you..."

Before he could finish, Natalie sprang into action as if a ghost were chasing her. She grabbed the slippers he had brought. "Take off your shoes and put these on," she ordered, already rummaging through his bag in a frantic panic. "We need to get this bag into the bedroom and arrange your clothes. The toiletries should go in the bathroom, your work stuff on the desk, and some of your clothes should be drying on the stand..."

"Natalie," Justin’s cold voice cut through her frenzy, stopping her in her tracks.

"What are you calling me for? Didn’t I tell you to change your shoes...?" she started, her voice tinged with frustration.

But Justin gently gripped her shoulders, his hold firm but reassuring, as if trying to snap her out of her panic. Just this afternoon, she had been so confident in front of the reporters, unshakable—but now she was a bundle of nerves.

"Calm down, will you?" Justin gazed into her anxious eyes. "We’ll get everything set before Mr. Ford arrives. Alright? Breathe now."

Natalie took a few deep breaths, and once she seemed a bit steadier, Justin let go and picked up his bag. "Which room?" he asked.

Natalie guided him toward one of the rooms. "You can use this guest room. Feel free to—"

He turned to look at her, his expression slightly incredulous. "You’re not that smart, are you?"

She frowned. "I’m letting you crash in my home; that’s already downgrading my smartness, so don’t judge me now. If it weren’t for my grandpa..."

"He’ll be thrilled to see his granddaughter living in a separate room from her husband, won’t he?" Justin remarked sarcastically as he walked into the guest room, which was newly arranged with a queen-size bed, a wardrobe, and other essentials. "As long as you’re ready to answer his questions, I don’t mind."

Natalie realized what he was implying. "Wait," she grabbed his bag. "This is definitely the wrong room for you. Let’s move to the other room. My grandpa is sharp—he’ll take a grand tour of this small home and notice everything." She quickly dragged the bag to her own bedroom. "We’ll just arrange your things here for show. Don’t get any ideas."

"I won’t." A smirk playing on his lips, as he followed her, "but I can’t guarantee the same about you."

She stopped at the door of her room and turned to face him, her brows knitted in frustration. "What do you mean by that?"