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 into something substantial.

herself to believe that Christian could be someone in whom she

little seedlings and ripped them up, a reminder that he’d never wanted the garden in the

on their wedding

to her because she was there

sexual experience that

sleep together again or was that

just imagining asking that question. The humiliation

an experience she’d found so special and fulfilling had been all one-sided. Christian had been going through the motions,

sex with all his lovers in the 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 feel special.

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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