Chapter 228: Clothes And Size

After two hours, Natalie finally stirred from her sleep. Exhausted, she didn’t even have the will to move out of the soft, comfortable bed.

Just then, Justin entered the room. He saw her awake, her face drawn into a frown as she lay in bed.

"Are you in pain?" he asked, walking over to her.

she thought. Shaking her head, she replied, "Not much."

He moved closer and helped her sit up. "Dinner is ready. Once you eat, you can take your medicine and feel better."

She nodded silently as he stood and walked toward the wardrobe. "You need to freshen up and change into the new clothes."

"We forgot to bring my clothes," she said, watching him as he opened the wardrobe.

But when Justin opened the wardrobe, she froze. An entire section was filled with women’s clothing.

Justin casually pulled out a comfortable nightdress and picked up matching lingerie, placing them neatly on the bed.

She stared at the clothes, then shifted her gaze back to him. Before she could ask, he said, "Sooner or later, I was going to bring you here, so I’ve already arranged everything for both of us."

Natalie concluded, her suspicions fading as she glanced at the neatly arranged clothes.

Justin smirked lightly, as if he could read her thoughts from the moment he mentioned changing clothes. "What? Are you disappointed that I already have clothes arranged for you and didn’t offer my shirt instead?"

She felt flabbergasted, caught off guard like a thief discovered mid-act.

"Did I disappoint you?" he teased, the sly smirk on his lips deepening. "If so, you’re always welcome to wear my shirts. I have plenty."

"I... didn’t," she stammered, her voice slightly defensive. "I was just wondering why you have women’s clothes, but then you already explained it."

Justin was clearly enjoying her flustered state. "Were you suspicious that I might’ve entertained some other women behind your back?"

"No, I wasn’t," she said quickly, though she had briefly wondered about it. She hadn’t expected him to have clothes prepared for her, and it amazed her how thoughtful and meticulous this CEO could be—even in small matters.

"If you still have doubts," Justin continued smoothly, "you can check the size of every single dress. They’re all specially made for you—perfectly your size."

"I don’t need to check," she muttered, grabbing the clothes and inspecting them out of habit.

Justin’s playful gaze lingered on her. "Wondering how I know your size?" he asked.

She paused, bracing herself for some cheeky remark, expecting him to say something perverted like, But instead, he surprised her.

"We’ve been staying together for quite some time now," he explained casually. "We’ve even shared the wardrobe. You don’t think I’m blind, do you? It’s not hard to notice your clothing sizes. You probably know mine by now too."

Natalie couldn’t refute his statement. She know his clothing size, so it wasn’t surprising he knew hers.

She hummed softly, as if agreeing with him, only to hear him add, "By the way, what you were thinking isn’t entirely wrong."

"Huh?" She looked at him, only to see his smirk widen.

"Knowing your size after touching you everywhere..." he teased.

"I’ll freshen up," she blurted, cutting him off as she quickly walked toward the bathroom, her cheeks burning.

Despite the slight discomfort in her back, she hid it well and disappeared into the bathroom. Justin watched her leave but said nothing, his gaze lingering thoughtfully.

When she returned, the dinner had already been brought to the bedroom, and a servant was arranging the dishes on the small coffee table by the large glass wall. The view outside was breathtaking, the city lights twinkling under the night sky.

Justin stood and pulled out a chair for her. "Sit."

She hesitated but complied, taking the seat as he moved to sit across from her.

"Why here?" she asked, glancing around. She had personally decorated the grand dining room downstairs, a space she thought he would prefer.

"I know your back is hurting," Justin said calmly. "It’s better for you to eat here and rest afterward. Otherwise, you won’t be allowed to attend tomorrow’s event." His tone was gentle, but there was an unmistakable edge of warning in his words.

"That event is important for my company," she argued, her voice firm.

"Nothing is more important than you," he countered without hesitation, calmly serving food onto her plate.

She frowned slightly, her gaze fixed on him. "Aren’t you being a little too controlling, just because I’m in your home?"

"You might not feel the seriousness of your situation," Justin said, adding food to his own plate, "but if you don’t take proper rest, you could end up with serious injuries or long-term issues with your spine." His sharp gaze met hers. "Do you want to spend your entire life in a wheelchair?"

The thought sent a shiver down Natalie’s spine. "I didn’t think—"

"That’s exactly the problem," he interrupted, his tone firm. "You need a few weeks of rest. Instead, you’re out of the hospital in just a week, and on top of that, you refuse to slow down. I don’t mind spending my life with a crippled wife if it comes to that, but are you really happy to let it happen?"

Her heart sank. "I’m sorry," she said quietly. "I thought I was fine. I’ll make sure to rest properly."

Justin’s gaze softened as he hummed in approval. "And just so you know," he added, "this isn’t home. It’s home."

She blinked, puzzled. "Our home?"

"Do you really think I’d let any designer plan my home however they wanted?" he asked, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I allowed you to design it because you’re the one who’s going to live here with me."

Natalie stared at him, speechless. She remembered being told to design it however she thought was best. At that time she just thought the owner was too busy to pay attention to it and he trusted her skills.

Little did she know, this home would turn into her home one day.

She sighed internally.

"You don’t need to overthink and be calculative," Justin said, as if he’d read her mind. "Just enjoy the rightful benefits of having a rich and capable husband."

She shot him a glare. "I’m not a freeloader. I won’t even freeload off my husband’s money."

"But I wouldn’t mind freeloading off my wife’s money," he countered smoothly. "Should I transfer all my wealth to you and depend on you, then?"

"Aren’t you worried I’d betray you, leave you penniless, and let you suffer in poverty?" she challenged.

He chuckled softly. "I can be anything, but penniless. You don’t know how capable your husband is. Don’t worry, you’ll see soon enough."

"Why not just tell me now?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"You wouldn’t be able to handle it."

"That’s a poor excuse to hide your true self from your wife," she retorted.

"Maybe," he replied with a smirk.

She frowned. "Fine. Keep your secrets to yourself. I have my own life to focus on anyway."

"That’s like good girl."

After dinner, Natalie sat comfortably in bed after she felt better with the quick effect of the medicines, and went through some reports about the next day’s event.

Just then, her phone rang. It was Mia. "Natalie, how are you?"

"Shouldn’t you be asking if I’m ready on my side for tomorrow’s event?" Natalie replied.

Mia’s voice hesitated. "I... I was just wondering. But you sound fine, so..."

"Wait," Natalie interrupted, something clicking in her mind. "Mia, did you tell Victor my home address and the password?" Natalie asked, her voice sharp.

The other end of the line went dead silent.

"So you did, huh?" Natalie frowned, her irritation rising.

"Look," Mia began, sounding defensive, "in your absence, he was throwing tantrums, and your staff was at their wit’s end. He kept demanding to know where you were and refused to go for his scheduled shoot. It was the only way I could get him to calm down and let the team focus on preparing for the event."

"You should have told me when I asked what deal you made with him," Natalie said, her tone still stern.

"I didn’t want to die, alright? I know your temper," Mia said, then asked cautiously, "Did he really come looking for you?"

"What do you think?" Natalie replied flatly.

"That impatient punk," Mia muttered. "Did he at least leave without making a fuss?"

Natalie thought, sighing. "Forget it. Just focus on tomorrow’s event."

"Alright, see you tomorrow," Mia said, a hint of relief in her tone. "I’m eagerly waiting to see how what Fords are gonna do.

"Let’s see," Natalie replied, ending the call. Her gaze darkened, and a faint smirk played on her lips.