[Yuna Burgert's perspective]
My mind buzzed. Duty? What duty?
I suddenly realized something and started to struggle even harder.
"Don't you think it's a little too late to react now?" Andrew chuckled. "You promised me."
I finally understood what he meant.
"No, I didn't agree to that. Hey, Andrew, put me down. Put me down now!"
I was thrown directly onto the big bed in the master bedroom by Andrew. Did he just put me down?
This thought flashed through my mind at the wrong time, but I was not in the mood to put it down. Andrew had already taken off his suit jacket and was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. One of his legs was pressed on the bed, ready to approach at any time. I tried to move to the other side of the bed, but the bed was only so big. Where could I move it to?
Thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind. I was not ready yet...
Why did I not think of this when I agreed to be his fiancée?
