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

be someone in whom she could trust, not only with

that he’d never wanted the garden in the first

love to her on their wedding night?

her because she was there

own lack of sexual experience that

them to sleep together again or was that

that question. The humiliation of his answer would be too

experience she’d found so special and fulfilling had been all one-sided.

same way. Why did she think she 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

hadn’t previously agreed. She had to accept things as they were,

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

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