Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 74

Chapter 74: I Can’t Help But Care

Natalie quickly understood what was happening. As expected, Julia had likely said exactly what she’d been afraid the old woman might.

Any man would be enraged to be called incapable and especially if the man is someone like Justin, who seemed far from being associated with word like ’Incapable.’

Under the weight of Justin’s intimidating presence, she stammered, "I didn’t mean—"

"Want me to show you just how capable I am... as a man?" He pressed on the last words with clear emphasis, his meaning unmistakable. "But are you sure you can even handle it?"

Natalie’s heart raced, her breath hitching at the sharpness of his gaze, the raw power in his words that left no doubt about his intentions.

"I didn’t say anything like that. Your grandma just assumed everything on her own," she tried to explain, her voice shaky.

"She knows we share a bed, yet nothing’s happened between us," Justin shot back, his tone unyielding. "For her to come to such a conclusion, someone must’ve planted the seed—and now she thinks I’m incapable."

"I couldn’t lie about something that hasn’t happened! She jumped to her own conclusions."

"She said you looked heartbroken, devastated, because your husband’s impotent. You didn’t even deny it."

"I didn’t know how to respond. I’ve never discussed anything like this with anyone..."

"Oh, so innocent?" Justin interrupted, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Aren’t you supposed to be so experienced? You told me all about the men you were with in Xyros, not to mention those nights with Ivan." His deep gaze narrowed. "You could have just recalled one of your special nights with that loser and reassured Julia how happily intimate you are with your husband."

Natalie’s eyes filled with hurt. Ivan, again? Why couldn’t he let go of the past? Why did he always have to bring that man up, to wound her over and over?

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself, refusing to let the argument spiral further. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze with surprising calm. "You’re not my husband. So whatever your grandmother assumes about him has nothing to do with you."

Justin stared into her calm, unwavering eyes. Her lack of anger, her refusal to fight back, unsettled him. Had he hurt her too much this time? Or was it because he’d mentioned Ivan again—her supposed love?

"You would’ve been thrilled if it were Ivan, wouldn’t you?" Justin pressed, his voice cutting. "You’d have happily told my grandma all about your perfect nights with him."

The hurt she was trying to suppress, he scratched it again. Her eyes turn moist. "Can you stop bringing him up every chance you get? He has nothing to do with this."

"This morning, you were telling your grandpa how much you still love him. But I can’t talk about him?"

"Even if I do, why do you care?" Natalie shot back, her voice trembling with frustration.

"I can’t help but care," Justin muttered, his voice softening finally as he watched her beautiful face. His hand moved to her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her skin, his eyes locked with hers. "I hate the thought of you still loving him. I don’t want you thinking about anyone else, not even Ivan."