Chapter 82: Possessive, Red Flag Man
She was standing in front of the mirror adjusting her outfit when Justin emerged from the bathroom, his expression still serious. Her eyes followed him, sensing something off.
"Did something happen?" she asked, watching as he came over to the mirror.
Without answering, he stood beside her and checked himself in the full-length mirror, fixing his tie with a practiced hand. Then, without looking at her, he said, "You should learn to keep a proper distance from people."
"Distance? Yeah, sure," she replied sarcastically. "I do keep my distance. Especially with you—"
"Not with me," he interrupted, his voice firm. "I’m the man you share your bed with, so you’ve already crossed that boundary of keeping a distance."
Natalie’s face flushed at the implication of his words. "Don’t make it sound ridiculous. It’s not like that. We’re just... it’s like roommates."
"I didn’t say anything wrong," he countered coolly.
She huffed, frustrated. "When have I not kept my distance with others?"
"Ask yourself," he replied, stepping closer, his eyes locked on hers. "Man or woman, don’t get too close to anyone."
Natalie gulped, instinctively stepping back. "A-Are you trying to control me?"
"I haven’t even started," Justin said, his voice low and calm.