Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Looking For Fun

At James’ home, as Caryn headed to bed, she noticed James standing by the window, looking outside. The mild rain had already started.

She knew him well and couldn’t help but ask, "Anything troubling you?"

He kept quiet for a while before replying, his expression and voice solemn and regretful, "Today, when I saw Natalie and Justin, I thought how it would have felt to be by your side when you were having Natalie. I should have been by your side to take care of you... to take care of our child..."

There was a silence between them—a silence for lost things that couldn’t be returned.

"I’m sorry," she said. "I can’t return those days to you."

He finally looked at her. "I’m not blaming you. Just a regret that you had to do it all alone, while I was unaware of your struggles."

"I have indeed kept you deprived of that happiness," she admitted. "But, if I had to go back in time, I would do the same..." Her voice trailed off as the next words were her admission of how much she cared for him. "...I had to keep you away from the dangers I brought with me."

He turned to her and just hugged her. No words were needed, no need to recall the past. "I know. No need to explain anything more."

She hugged him back, though her hands moved a little hesitantly. "You have to make up by looking at your daughter’s kids. I’m too old to give you that happiness again."

"That means if you were any younger, you would have another child with me?" he asked.

Caryn didn’t respond to him, as she knew where he would take things.

He let her go and looked at her, only to see her avert her gaze. "I wouldn’t want a second child. One was enough."

He held her chin and made her look at him. "You at least had a thought of finally accepting me, didn’t you?"

She brushed away his hand. "If not, would I have been living with you?" she turned around to head to bed. "It’s late. I’m sleeping."

In response, James back-hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I’m talking about the other kind of acceptance. And you seem to have recovered really well under my care."

"Don’t act like a pervert at this age," she said in a warning but soft tone. "Let me sleep."

"Are you sure?" he said and started to kiss the crook of her neck. "We’re not that old yet."

"James..."

"Don’t you really want it, now that we’ve finally met? I don’t even remember what we did that night. Isn’t it unfair that only you remember?"

Caryn swallowed hard at how he was sounding, but...

"James, I really want to sleep," she said, her voice hesitant.

James sighed inwardly and let her go. "It’s really late," he said, and then asked—his playful tone entirely changed to a serious one—"Did you take your medicines?"

She hummed.

"Alright, let’s sleep then."

They headed to bed, Caryn feeling guilty in her heart. But she had her reasons.

As they lay in bed and James closed his eyes, she looked at the man for a long time before she closed her eyes, her thoughts unknown.

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The next day, it was Sunday, and everyone was free—except for Justin, who was busy working, and even Noah had arrived to work with his boss.

"These workaholic people," Natalie sighed as she looked at the two and settled on the sofa. "And here I am, going to turn into a couch potato soon."

"You’ll look prettier even as a couch potato," Justin said while going through the file.

Just then, Meira arrived, holding a paper in her hand. She saw Justin and Noah working and then turned to the only free woman.

"Sister-in-law," she called out, "I need your help."

"What is it?" Natalie asked as Meira handed her the paper while explaining, "After two weeks, my class is going to attend an art event by the most famous painter. The professor has asked us to fill these forms so they can apply for the visa for us."

"Visa?" Natalie commented. "Where exactly are you going?"

She told her they were heading to the neighbouring country.