Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother-Chapter 368: Be Together Till You Die

"That day, James Harper told me you are his adopted son," Natalie said. "I think now I know the reason. He sure saved me from having a panic attack thinking I was married to my own brother. When he revealed I am his daughter, I was so relieved to already know we are not blood-related."

Justin admired that James had surely made things easier for him.

"He is a thoughtful man. I wouldn’t mind having him as my father. At least he is smart, rational, and a no-drama person," she commented.

"More like he is aware of how much trouble your stubborn mother could be, so he made it easier for himself by solving some issues beforehand. Now he only has to pay attention to his woman while leaving his daughter to me," Justin added.

"He doesn’t have any issues with us being together. That’s such a relief," she said again.

Justin hummed, as he couldn’t deny it either.

Then Natalie laughed at something and said, "He must be the first father in the world who raised his son-in-law himself and was sure that he had raised a perfect man for his daughter. The kind of relief he has—every father in the world can envy him."

She turned to her side and moved closer to Justin, resting her face on his chest as she looked up at him. "But his actions also show his unwavering trust in you."

"That goes both ways," Justin replied.

"I wonder how two men can have such a deep understanding of each other and act in perfect sync without even having a proper conversation, as if you two can predict each other’s actions on your own," Natalie added with amusement. "When I came to attend the annual event of the Royal Family, James Harper was with me, and you were away. But the day he left, you were already by my side. At that time, I didn’t think much, but now I can guess—you two act in perfect sync. You two didn’t let me be here alone and unprotected."

"You’re not wrong," Justin added. "We are just used to each other’s ways and thought processes."

Natalie hummed and asked, "He took away Caryn Ford. What is his plan? To marry her?"

"You don’t want to?" Justin asked.

"What is it to me? They can do whatever they want," Natalie replied. "They must be my parents, but I am not close to them to express my opinion about their life and their actions. At the same time, they don’t have a right to meddle in my life."

"True," he turned to her and pulled her closer. "All you have to do is think about me and pay attention to what I want and do."

She nodded, smiling playfully at him.

"That being said, how about we resume where we stopped?" he swiftly hovered over her.

Natalie didn’t stop him, and the two lost themselves in their own world of intimate pleasure.

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By midnight, James and Caryn had already reached the Imperial City. But he didn’t take Caryn back to her home; instead, they arrived at a huge villa in the most expensive part of the city.

"Where are we?" Caryn asked the moment the car entered the massive gate of the villa.

"Our home," James replied. "From now on, you are going to stay here with me."

Caryn, already annoyed, could not hold back. "Can you stop this childish act, James? We are not young anymore for you to pull these stunts like a man crazy in love. Let me remind you, you passed that stage long ago. Don’t delude yourself anymore."

He stared at her for a while before saying, "Once you get better, I will let you know exactly where I stand."

Caryn could sense his intentions and immediately looked away, frowning. "You may not consider yourself old, but I am too old to play childish games with you."

"You are a tough woman, Caryn. You have survived the worst, so you will easily survive me as well," James replied as he stepped out of the car and scooped her up in his arms to carry her inside the home.

She looked at him in shock. Survive him? What exactly is he thinking?

"You should be thankful that I didn’t take you to my home in Bayford and make you stand right in front of my mother," she heard him say as he entered the main door of the villa, carrying her with ease. He made her sit on the lavish sofa and informed her, "The villa Natalie is staying in with her husband is nearby, so we can meet our daughter often without disturbing each other’s lives."

Caryn’s expression soured at that. "So you’ve already accepted who she is married to? Are you just happy that he is the mysterious CEO of NextEra and that your daughter would be happy with a wealthy man? Did you even try to find out who he is..."

James, who had already reached the dining table, poured water for her as he listened and replied, "Perhaps."

"Are you taking my concern lightly?" she glared at him as he returned with the glass of water.

"Have some water and calm down," James said as he held her hand and made her hold the glass. "I believe she chose the right person. She takes after you, after all."

"I was blind to choose the wrong person, which is why I’m worried my daughter will repeat the same mistake," Caryn spat out. "She should know that handsome men are the most deceptive ones."

"You later chose the ugly one, and then he gifted you his mistress and a daughter," James commented as he settled next to her on the sofa. "So your theory about the handsome ones doesn’t really make sense."

At his mocking, her grip tightened on the glass she was holding, as if she wanted to crush it.

But the glass was taken from her hand the next moment. She glared at him, only to—

Crash!

The glass was crushed in James’s hand as he said to her, "You are too weak to crush the glass in your frail hands, so I thought I should help you with it. And, by chance, if you had succeeded in crushing it, we wouldn’t want you getting injured when it’s already difficult for you to heal quickly."

"If I stay with you around me, I’m sure I will never get better," she said through gritted teeth. "All you’re doing is driving me to my death."

"Didn’t you say we’re old? Then we don’t have much time left anyway," James countered calmly, unfazed by her serious argument. "So, I don’t want to waste any more moments of my life staying away from you. You can die tomorrow, but at least let’s be together until then."

Caryn didn’t know what to say to him now. Her threats of dying didn’t work on him anymore. Whatever she did or said, he was not letting her go.

"You should rest now. Let me take you back to the room." With that, he had already picked her up.

"Can you let me walk or at least arrange a wheelchair for me?" she asked.

"It’s in the room," he informed her. "I’ve arranged everything for you in the room just as it’s recommended. Your doctors will be here in a moment to check on you."

Caryn could only sigh and follow his lead, too tired to argue with him.