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.

marriage could be like a small nursery garden that, with some care and attention, might—just might—bloom

even allowed herself to believe that Christian could be someone in whom she could trust, not only

reminder that he’d never wanted the garden in the first place. He’d put her subtly but firmly in her

wedding night? Out of duty? To consummate

was there and he could. She could

lack of sexual experience that had failed to recognise it for

to sleep together again or was that

that question. The

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

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 feel special. She’d had a one hundred per cent higher success rate than

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

be like the green land surrounding the villa. Flat and one-dimensional and

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