<h4>Chapter 118: I n To Eat You Whole Tonight</h4>


    "What do you say?" Julia asked again, waiting expectantly.


    "G-Grandma, you know I’m married," Natalie stammered, silently praying that Julia wouldn’t push it any further.


    "So what? Justin can help you get a divorce from that man, and you can start your life with someone you actually choose," Julia said, ncing at Justin, who sat with a grave expression, seemingly focused on his work. "Justin, what do you think?"


    "Whatever she wants," Justin replied calmly, though inside his mind, a storm was raging.


    Natalie could clearly sense it—she was going to be in troubleter.


    "Grandma, it’s alright," Natalie spoke gently. "Justin has already been helping me a lot. But when ites to matters rted to my husband, I prefer to handle it alone."


    <i>Handle it alone?</i> Justin’s mind swirling with unspoken thoughts. <i>You won’t even get a chance to see him to handle anything. All you have to do is focus on me.</i>


    "So what if he helped you? It’s his duty to help his si—"


    "Julia," Justin interrupted immediately, "If she doesn’t want help, don’t insist. Everyone needs their own space."


    Julia realized she had almost blurted our something that she had decided not to reveal it to Natalie yet. Thankfully, Justin stopped her just in time.


    She gave Natalie an awkward smile. "Don’t mind me, alright? We old people worry for younger ones more than we should."


    Natalie simply nodded, not entirely sure what had just happened.


    "Julia, you should get some sleep now. It’ste," Justin instructed, his voice cold and authoritative, signaling to Julia that it was time for her to listen after the near-mistake she had almost made.


    "Alright," Julia agreed, standing up from the sofa, and Natalie followed suit.


    "I’ll sleep in your room, so Justin can take the guest room," Julia announced. "Last time I checked, there are only two bedrooms, and it wouldn’t befortable for a tall man like him to sleep on the sofa while the two of us take the rooms."


    "Alright, Grandma," Natalie agreed, exchanging a nce with Justin, but neither of them said anything.


    Only if Julia knew her grandson never nned to sleep on the sofa, and had arranged the king size bed for himself in the master bedroom as if it was his own home.


    Once Natalie took Julia to her room, Justin ran a hand through his hair. <i>I have to sleep away from her tonight when I was nning to hold her and sleep peacefully. How am I going to sleep now?</i><i></i>


    Natalie made sure Julia wasfortable, turned off the lights, and then came out with herptop in hand. Justin was surprised to see her back but liked the idea that she would be with him for a little longer.


    "I thought you’d be sleeping by now," hemented.


    Natalie settled down on the carpeted floor and ced herptop on the center table. "There’s a project I need to take care of."


    "What kind of project?" he asked.


    "Some BusyBaron project," she replied and focused on her work.


    ’That BusyBaron is sitting right here, next to you,’ Justin smiled lightly.


    After a while, she sent an email and then leaned back, feeling a little relieved.


    Mr. BusyBaron—<i>who was actually Justin</i>—checked his inbox and saw Natalie’s email. She had sent him a progress update and asked for his opinion.


    Justin simply typed:


    <strong>[Ms. Carlie, just work as if you would be living there yourself. Arrange everything with the kind of items you’d want to have around and feelfortable with. I trust your choices.]</strong>


    When Natalie received the email, she was baffled and replied:


    <strong>[I might end up adding gold and diamonds everywhere if you give me that kind of liberty.]</strong>


    Justin chuckled inwardly and responded:


    <strong>[I assure you that I can afford it all.]</strong>


    Reading his response, Natalie raised a brow. <i>Seems like he really is a rich man. Hmm, whatever. Let’s just get this finished.</i>


    Just then, Natalie’s cell phone rang. It was ced on the center table, and without looking at the caller ID, she absentmindedly touched the call receive button, her hands still busy working on the design.


    "Hmm?" she answered, distracted.


    "It’s me."


    "What is it?" she asked in a tired tone.


    "You were right. That Sephina Ford truly drafted a drool-worthy contract that anyone would wag their tail for."


    "It’s toote for you to say that. If you try wagging your tail for her, I have the power to chop it off. You’ve already signed with us. Mypany basically owns you."


    "My love..."


    At that word, Justin’s ears perked up, and he nced sharply at Natalie.


    "...I told you, I’m no dog. Even if I were, my tail would wag only for you. Not just yourpany, but I’m all yours to im. When do you n to im me, by the way?"


    "Umm... what are you doing?" Natalie asked, ring at the man who suddenly appeared next to her like a sh of lightning, sitting in the floor, next to her.


    "Trying to eat you," he answered.


    "That hurts," sheined, feeling slightly annoyed.


    "Bear with it because I can’t stop myself," Justin replied and bit her hand again, as if it was some soft piece of meat.


    "Are you an animal?" she eximed, rubbing the soft spot on her arm between her elbow and wrist.


    "At least I’m not a dog," he retorted, then nced at her phone, which was still on. "I n to eat you whole tonight. You seem to be getting more delicious with every passing day."


    Natalie noticed the way Justin looked at her phone and realized the call was still active. She immediately picked it up. "Victor... It’s... I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning in my office."


    She ended the call and turned to Justin, ring. "You... you did that intentionally!" She grabbed the phone from him. "He must have heard it and misunderstood."


    "He should be mature enough to understand it correctly," Justin replied, moving closer to her. "I’ve told you not to entertain any other men when I’m with you."


    She leaned back. "I didn’t do anything of the sort."


    "Then how dare he speak to you like that? ’Yours to im’?"


    "He’s a maniac, but he really doesn’t mean it that way," she tried to exin.


    "I’m not a maniac, and I mean every word I say," Justin replied, his intense gaze locking onto hers.


    "I know," she murmured, then pushed him away, which Justin allowed, watching as she quickly stood up and retreated toward the bedroom. "Good night," she added hastily before disappearing.


    <i>I almost lost control,</i> he exhaled deeply. <i>But being close to her is so addictive.</i><i></i>