Natalie quickly understood what was happening. As expected, Julia had likely said exactly what she'd been afraid the old woman might.
Any man would be enraged to be called incapable and especially if the man is someone like Justin, who seemed far from being associated with word like 'Incapable.'
Under the weight of Justin's intimidating presence, she stammered, "I didn't mean—"
"Want me to show you just how capable I am… as a man?" He pressed on the last words with clear emphasis, his meaning unmistakable. "But are you sure you can even handle it?"
Natalie's heart raced, her breath hitching at the sharpness of his gaze, the raw power in his words that left no doubt about his intentions.
"I didn't say anything like that. Your grandma just assumed everything on her own," she tried to explain, her voice shaky.
