The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 201

Book 3 Chapter 37

~WILLOW~

When Dante returns, he’s dressed in a white unbuttoned shirt and he looks handsome as ever.

“Now that our son is here and we are on our way to our destination, we have a little activity. We’ve hired the best romantic painter in the world and he’s going to paint this lovely couple for us today.” Dante’s father announces.

Did I hear them correctly? Was someone going to paint us?

“Sit on top of Dante.” His mother tells me.

I’m nervous to comply, but when I see the many eyes on us, I do as she says. Dante’s body is immovable as stone under mine.

“Put your arms around his neck.” The painter orders me. I follow his instructions without saying a word.

“Put one hand around her waist.” He orders Dante. He also follows his instructions without interrupting him.

It felt weird with everyone staring at us, but it felt good to be in his arms again, even if it was just for a painting.

Dante’s parents were determined to do everything in their power to make everyone believe that we were in love; they wanted the word to spread that we were in a happy marriage.

Now that I was sitting on his lap, I felt this strange feeling in my chest, like I’d done this before.

But when?

Because of our pose, I’m already looking into Dante’s eyes, and he’s also gazing into mine. I want to ask him if anything happened in the jeep after I got drunk, but we’re not allowed to move or speak.

How much longer must we stay this way? I try not to blush under Dante’s piercing gaze but it was hard.

‘Please repeat it, Dante. Tell me that I’m your wife. I want to hear you say it. Please.’

I freeze. That memory. It was all slowly coming back to me.

Why now? Why in front of everyone while someone painted us?

that happened that night was rushing back

the blood draining from

call me his wife, asking him to touch me,

face against his neck in embarrassment. I could hear the whispers again, but I was too embarrassed to show my face or look

the hell was wrong with me?

intoxicated side of

was asking me yesterday morning. He was referring to everything that happened in the jeep. That’s why he looked so confused when I mentioned

I know he’s

asks me gently. “Is your body becoming cold

wish it were. That would be less

even to bring up the things I’d done in

shivered as both his hands wrapped around me protectively. He stands with me still in his arms and, without saying anything to anyone, walks with me back to one of

I still don’t move my face

tell me what’s wrong, Willow?” He asks again. “I need to know. That’s the only

sorry.” I finally force

when he

asks for confirmation. “For

answer him. I’m too embarrassed to say

legs from around his waist and puts me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He now has a clear view of my face, but I’m refusing to look him

apologizing for showing up so late tonight.” He says. “Why are you the

like nothing had happened? He remembered all along. Was he never going

I finally answer

I see when he realizes what I’m trying to

what

my face behind the

as he waits for me to say something.

his hand and placed it over them! I asked him to touch