Suddenly, Simon whipped his head toward the rearview mirror like he’d just remembered I was in the car. When his eyes met mine, and I pointedly stared out the window, trying to ignore them, his expression faltered for a moment.
For a moment, I saw raw anger flash across his face. Then, before I could even process it, he slammed his foot down on the gas pedal.
When we pulled up to my place, Simon did something I really wasn’t expecting. He grabbed my arm again.
"Alright, enough with the act," he said, his tone dismissive. "Don’t pretend like you don’t care. It’s beneath you." With that, he shoved a bracelet into my hand. "This is your engagement gift from me," he added, his voice dripping with condescension. "As long as you stay in line, I’ll throw you a wedding. At least, on paper, everyone will think you're my wife."
I glanced up at him, locking eyes. "And who exactly are you planning to marry? Audrey?"
Simon’s face twisted with rage, but there was something almost smug underneath it as if he was enjoying the chaos he was causing.