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.

preceding weeks she’d allowed herself to believe their marriage could be like a small nursery garden that, with some care

herself to believe that Christian could be someone in whom she could trust,

those little seedlings and ripped them up, a reminder that he’d never wanted the garden in the first place. He’d put her

why had he made love to her on their wedding night? Out of duty? To consummate it

must have made love to her because she was there and he

was her own lack of sexual experience that had failed to recognise it for

to sleep together again or was that

imagining asking that question. The humiliation of his answer would be too

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

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

anything they hadn’t previously agreed.

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

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