The Greek's Pregnant Bride

Chapter 52

‘I do?’ Evanthia asked, picking one of the suitcases up.

‘I can do it,’ Alessandra answered with a smile. ‘Thank you for the offer.’

Evanthia started talking, gesturing wildly.

Not having the faintest idea what the housekeeper was saying or what her gestures meant, Alessandra smiled and nodded politely. Eventually Evanthia bustled off after making gestures Alessandra thought might have indicated food.

As soon as she was alone in her room she set about unpacking, hanging her clothes in the empty dressing room.

A dressing room that would only ever contain feminine clothes.

Silly little Alessandra, she thought, folding into drawers the new underwear she’d brought expecting her husband to remove them.

She could wear bloomers and he would neither know nor care.

she’d allowed herself to believe their marriage could be like a small nursery garden that, with some care and attention, might—just might—bloom into something substantial. Something

Christian could be someone in whom she

never wanted the garden in the

her on their wedding

made love to her because she was there and he could. She could have

own lack of sexual experience that had failed to recognise it

to sleep together

just imagining asking that question. The humiliation of

special and fulfilling had been all one-sided. Christian had been going through the motions, his tenderness

was so special that Casanova Markos would want to share a bed with her more than once? She’d shared two nights with him; she should

eyes and chided herself. Christian wasn’t doing anything they hadn’t previously agreed. She had to accept

surrounding the villa. Flat and one-dimensional and not a single different

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