JUNE THIRD
I waited in silence for a few seconds until Duncan joined me before I asked, "It's why you're punishing me, isn't it."
"Punishing you?" He arched a brow when he glanced over, his eyes skimming to my chest, and he leaned over. I instinctively withdrew, only to notice he was pulling some sort of rope by the side of my head, tugging it all across my body, holding me fixed before latching it with something by the side of my seat. He was carried away in the process, that the back of his hand brushed my lower arm, and it felt weird, sending a jolt down my spine.
"You hate me because I am young and getting married to your father."
"I will hate you even if you're old. But you're right, your young age has a lot more to do with it," he admitted, starting the engine and taking the road
