Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Effortlessly Beautiful

At Justin’s presidential suite.

After making sure his grandmother was finally asleep, he returned to his own room, hoping to get some rest. After a hot shower and changing into fresh pajamas, he climbed into bed, expecting the exhaustion to finally take over. But instead, he found himself tossing and turning, unable to relax.

Frustrated, he stared up at the ceiling, wondering why he couldn’t settle down. Maybe I need to spend more time in the gym. That way, I’ll be too exhausted to stay awake.

He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to sleep, only to find himself thinking about Natalie. I wonder if she’s asleep or still awake. Or maybe she fell asleep in bed, sitting up again. Such a bad habit.

But then he confronted himself. ’Why am I thinking about her at this hour? Not good.’

He tried to shift his thoughts to anything else but found himself facing the empty half of the bed. Sleeping in the same bed as her... it didn’t feel bad at all. In fact... I think I miss her presence, her scent. What kind of scent does she even use?

Sighing, he turned back to face the ceiling, ’Don’t think about her...don’t think about her....she is your step-sister...control your thoughts.’

When he thought he’d finally managed to push her from his mind, he glanced over at his phone.I wonder what she told her grandpa about me not being there tonight. Was it hard for her to explain? I should ask her.

Without thinking too much about it, Justin dialed her number, still lying in bed. When she answered, her voice was soft, almost melodic, "Hello?"

He froze for a moment, swallowing. Her voice sounded sweeter over the phone, and he realized just how much he missed it—the way she’d argue with him, her flashes of annoyance, anger, everything about her seemed to echo in his thoughts.

Get it together, he reminded himself, pulling himself back to the present. "Were you sleeping?"

In response, he only received silence. Did I truly wake her up from sleep? Is she annoyed?

Wondering, he called her again, wishing to hear her say at least something. "Natalie?"

Smash!

Hearing the sound of glass breaking through the phone, Justin’s heart skipped a beat, and he sat up abruptly in bed. He was about to ask again when he heard Natalie exclaim, "Ah! Damn it!"

Panic surged through him. "Natalie, are you alright?"

"Ah, yes. Don’t worry. Good night," came her quick, dismissive reply, and then the call ended.

Justin stared at his phone, confused and worried. "What the hell? Is she hurt?"

Without a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed his car keys and rushed out of the suite. His heart raced as he sped down the empty streets, pushing the car to its limits. His mind was fixated on Natalie—if she was hurt, if she needed help. The worry etched across his face grew more intense with each passing second.

When he pulled up to her apartment building, the screeching of his car caught John’s attention. Stepping out of his own car, John hurried to Justin’s side as he rushed toward the elevator.

"Mr. Harper, is there a problem?" John asked, concerned.

"Nothing. Go back to your position," Justin brushed him off as he entered the elevator, leaving John stunned.

Once on Natalie’s floor, Justin almost ran to her apartment and rang the bell. He cursed under his breath, realizing he didn’t know her door code. Come on, open up.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door swung open, revealing Natalie. She looked a little sleepy, but even like this, there was something about her that made his heart stutter.

"I don’t have any," she replied, her frustration growing, especially after his earlier remark. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back again, but his grip was firm. ’What does this man eat to be so strong?’ she wondered. ’I’ve taken down bigger men, but this one feels impossible to tackle if things went physical.