Justin and Natalie went to Justin's room, where her bags were already kept. Just as she walked toward her bags, Justin held her hand and pulled her back, pressing her against his body. His hands settled at the small of her waist, not letting her move away from him, while she stood facing him, both hands resting against his chest.
She met his gaze and raised her brow, only to hear him say, "Shouldn't you continue where you had stopped before? No one's here now."
"That was my limit of pretending how happy I am for your second marriage," she countered, meeting his intimidating gaze.
"Second marriage?" Justin echoed the words like they were foreign to him. "Since when did a smart woman like you start to believe in such bullshit?"
Her hand resting on his chest caressed it gently—but in a warning way. "You should be thankful that I am smart, or you would have found yourself dead by now."
