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.

be like a small nursery garden that,

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

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

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

was there and he could.

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

he expect them to sleep together again or was that

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

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

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

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

surrounding the villa. Flat and one-dimensional and not a

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