Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416: Meira’s Emotions

Outside, Justin was speaking with Lana, giving her some important instructions, while Noah had just returned and stepped out of the car. He pulled out all the shopping bags and walked over to them—just in time to hear Justin say:

"You can take it to Meira," Justin instructed, then resumed his talk with Lana. "You can’t let her step outside this house unless I say so. Not even for a moment."

Noah nodded and headed to Meira’s room. He knocked on the door and entered. Meira, still wearing the beautiful dress, was sitting by the window, looking outside, her expression somber.

"Ms. Meira, these are your clothes," Noah informed her.

Meira looked at him, watching silently as he placed all the bags neatly on the couch.

"Mr. Noah," Meira called softly.

Noah turned toward her. "Yes?"

"Is my brother angry? He didn’t look pleased when he saw me at the shop," she asked quietly.

"It’s not about you. He was just worried," Noah reassured her.

"I didn’t want to go, but... I had no way to refuse her," she said, lowering her gaze, the helplessness in her voice unmistakable.

Noah felt a pang of sympathy for her. "It’s alright. Next time, if you find yourself in that kind of situation, just call your brother. I gave you a cellphone yesterday, didn’t I?"

"Lana taught me how to use it... but I was too nervous to find his number and call. I thought it might bother him—he’s such a busy person," she replied honestly.

Noah was silent for a moment, then asked gently, "Where is your cellphone?"

She glanced down toward her feet, where the mobile rested on the windowsill beside her.

Noah walked over and picked it up. When he turned on the screen, he noticed she had been browsing through images—pictures of nature, mountains, sky, rivers, and forests.

"Do you like these kinds of views?" he asked to divert her attention.

She hummed. "I had such a beautiful view from my previous home where I used to stay. Especially at night—I loved the night view. I miss it, so I searched for this," she explained. "When I was walking outside with Lana today, I noticed there’s a place here where I might see a similar view, but... I’m too scared to go out and watch it. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?"

Noah hummed in response as he quietly worked on her cellphone.

"Even if I have to die here someday, I would like to die while watching that night view," Meira mumbled to herself.

Noah finished what he was doing and said, "I’ve set Mr. Aiden’s and my numbers on speed dial, so you won’t have to search for anything."

She looked at him in confusion, unsure of what that meant.

Noah held the phone in front of her. "If you press one and make a call, it’ll connect to Mr. Aiden. Press two, and it’s me. You can call us anytime, for anything."

In the evening, at James Harper’s home in the Imperial City.

Natalie sighed softly, unable to deny it.

"Why don’t you ask him to come back for a day or two?" Julia suggested.

"He’s dealing with something important. Maybe I’ll just go visit him instead," Natalie replied.

"You can’t," Julia said firmly. "Don’t you remember what kind of people he’s dealing with—and what kind of past Justin has?"

"I’ll be fine. If Justin is there, I have nothing to worry about," she said confidently.

"It’s fine to trust him. But you can’t trust those dangerous people," Julia insisted, then looked toward James. "Tell your daughter not to go."

James, now comfortably seated next to Caryn—who had been listening quietly—replied calmly, "They’re old enough to make their own decisions."

Julia sighed. "What can I expect from you?" she muttered, and turned to Caryn. "You don’t want to stop her?"

"I doubt she’d even listen to me," Caryn replied.

Julia understood the implication and shook her head. "Young people in love can truly be irrational," she said, then turned to Natalie again. "Tell me, why do you love Justin so much?"

The question caught Natalie completely off guard. She blinked in surprise, clearly thrown off. For a moment, she didn’t know how to respond—as if she hadn’t ever truly tried to put it into words.