Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: Is Your Husband Incapable?

"Let me help you with something," Julia offered gently.

Natalie turned, surprised. She knew a woman of Julia’s status likely never stepped foot in a kitchen, and she didn’t want to trouble her.

"Old Miss, I can handle it. Don’t worry."

"Old Miss?" Julia frowned, feigning disappointment. "I was hoping to hear ’Grandma.’ And yes, I’m old, but I can still work."

Natalie smiled awkwardly. "Ah, Grandma, I can do it alone, but if you really want to help, you can peel these carrots." She handed Julia the easiest task she could think of.

Julia accepted the task and quietly watched Natalie move effortlessly around the kitchen. "Seeing how skilled you are in the kitchen, reminds me of my grandson. He’s an excellent cook too."

Of course, I know, Natalie thought wryly. He was flaunting his skills in front of my grandpa this morning. Annoying as he is, your grandson does have some talent. If only he were a little less overbearing.

Just then, Julia asked another question. "What kind of person is your husband? I was hoping to meet him."

If you meet him, Grandma, I’m sure you’d have a heart attack, Natalie thought, but instead she responded with, "He’s a good man."

"Of course you think he’s good, that’s why you married him. But tell me more about him," Julia pressed, continuing to peel the carrots.

He’s a narcissistic, foul-mouthed, unreasonable, domineering rich jerk, Natalie thought, but what she said was, "He’s good-looking, hardworking, caring, and sweet, Grandma."

"And what does he do for work?" Julia asked, worried for her granddaughters future.

"He’s always trying his hand at different businesses," Natalie replied.

"So, not a settled man," Julia frowned, her thoughts filled with concern. My granddaughter deserves someone successful, the best man in the world. But it’s my fault for not bringing her home sooner. Now she’s fallen for the wrong person.

Clearing her throat awkwardly, Julia said, "Natalie, I know your marriage wasn’t something you expected, given the circumstances. So, my advice is this: observe your husband for a while before deciding if you truly want to stay with him. Until then, maybe keep some distance. Don’t feel pressured by your grandpa’s talk about great-grandkids."

Natalie stared at the older woman in surprise, trying to make sense of where she was going with this.

Julia continued. "I know you two are young blood and sharing the same room and then...you might not be able to hold bacl. After all, you are married. But be patient and if you feel you can’t be with him, then just divorce him. I promise you that I will search for a better man for you."

’Huh? Is she trying to push me to divorce so she can marry me off to her grandson? What a joke!

Seeing Natalie still unresponsive, she pressed on. "We women get emotionally attached when we give ourselves to a man, but men... they’re not the same. That being said, how are things between you and your husband? You two do... sleep together, right?"

Natalie’s face flushed red as she grasped what Julia was implying. She was baffled by how openly this woman was talking about such personal matters, especially since they had just met.

I sleep with your grandson, old lady, but trust me, we do nothing at all. So don’t worry about my chastity. Neither of us is interested in each other.

Done what? Natalie felt like getting this woman out of her kitchen.