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.

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

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

that he’d never wanted the garden in

love to her on their wedding night? Out of duty? To consummate

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

of sexual experience that had

he expect them to sleep together again or was

that question. The humiliation of his answer would be

hurt so much to know that an experience she’d found so special and fulfilling had been all one-sided. Christian had been going through the motions, his tenderness part of

she think she was so special that Casanova Markos would want to share a bed with her more than once? She’d

agreed. She had to accept

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

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