Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Undergarments

Natalie awkwardly cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure. "These are just clothes. We’re adults; no need to feel shy about it. Don’t we all watch ads on TV?"

"True," he remarked coolly, seemingly challenging her to follow through.

Determined to push past her embarrassment, she reached for the items, but Justin’s hands moved faster. "I don’t like when someone else touches my private clothes," with that, he moved to place them in the drawer of the wardrobe.

She felt a surge of irritation. Was he seriously acting like she was eager to handle his clothes? This jerk!

But when Justin’s hand reached for the drawer, a flash of panic shot through Natalie. She darted in front of him, blocking his access to the drawer.

He raised a brow, only to hear her say, "Wait! I need to empty it first."

Justin stepped back, amused, as he watched her quickly turn around and start pulling out the contents of the drawer. She tried to do it as discreetly as possible, hastily shifting her belongings to the next drawer on her side of the wardrobe.

But in her rush, one of her bras slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, landing in full view of the very man she had been trying so hard to keep it from.

Natalie froze, mortified, as Justin’s eyes inevitably fell on the item.

Her gaze met Justin’s, who offered her a look that was both bored and amused.

"Can’t you look away?" she frowned, quickly picking up her bra.

"Didn’t someone just say we’re adults and that we even watch ads on TV?"

"I don’t like it when someone looks at my private clothes," she shot back, using the smilar words he had used earlier about his own clothes.

"One needs to have better choice of clothes for someone to even want to look at them," he countered smoothly.

’This jerk, is he insulting my clothes?’ she bite back her retort and hastily stuffed her lingerie into the drawer, making space for him as she glanced at the sealed packs of his undergarments. "Your choice seems to be lacking as well, Mr Harper."

He looked at the two packs in his hands. "They’re packed. Maybe if you took a closer look, you’d change your opinion," he said, beginning to unseal one of the packs.

"No. Stop. I’m not interested," she protested, trying to keep her composure.

"I was just trying to satisfy your curiosity," he continued to unseal the pack.

Natalie quickly snatched the two packs from him, not willing to know his choice in undergarments and stuffed them into his drawer. Her hands were trembling as if she had touched something forbidden.

Her flustered behaviour only amused him further. ’So easy to tease her,’ he thought, thoroughly enjoying how easily she was thrown off balance.

She turned back to him, her back resting against the wardrobe shelf. Shaking away any embarrassment, she folded her hands in front of her chest like a boss, as if ready to confront the man in front of her.

"When he said he wished to come to your—" Justin paused, correcting himself, "—according to him, our home, I couldn’t tell him I didn’t know where my wife lives. That would have been truly embarrassing for me even if it’s all an act."