The Greek's Pregnant Bride

‘I am not prepared to have this discussion in the back of a car,’ he said grimly.

‘But...’

‘Ochi!’ he said with such finality she clamped her lips together lest she say anything

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ONCE INSIDE THE APARTMENT, Alessandra hurried to hang up her jacket and remove her boots. ‘I’m going to make myself a camomile tea. Do you want anything?’

‘No.’ Christian’s answer was curt. She could feel his anger rippling beneath the surface, just as it had on the drive back from the restaurant when he’d sat beside her with arms folded so tightly she could see the muscles bunched beneath his shirt.

Now his hands were rammed firmly into his pockets.

She headed straight for the kitchen area and with shaking hands filled the kettle. Camomile tea, while not the most palatable of hot drinks, was famed for its calming abilities. Maybe it would help soothe the tumult of emotions shredding her.

l’aiuti, she loved

tone calm and reasonable. She could hear the undercurrent of wrath

was everything that she, Alessandra, was not. For a start, Kerstin would never be so

the way you’re

‘You should.’

I want? To

her to believe his incredulity? This from the man who hadn’t touched her, his wife, since the night they’d exchanged their vows.

not? She’s a beautiful, intelligent

mean I want

few more minutes, keep it together, then this conversation will be over and you can breathe again. Her fingers dug into the palm of her hands so tightly she could

married to you. I

through her, slicing through her heart and

Lies. Lies. Lies.

ears ringing, her heart

I made my vows

so quickly Christian could have sworn she’d