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?

happened that night was rushing back

all the blood draining

him to call me his wife, asking him to

hear the whispers again, but I was

the hell was wrong with me? I was never

intoxicated side of me

he looked so confused when I mentioned what Sharon had said. He

my back, and I know he’s shocked at my

wrong?” He asks me gently. “Is your body becoming cold again? Do we need to call

less embarrassing than what I was experiencing

even to

He stands with me still in his arms and, without saying anything to anyone, walks with me back to one of the

inside, I still don’t move my face from

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

finally force

moving when he hears

for

him. I’m too embarrassed to

moves my legs from around his waist and puts me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He now has a

one that should be apologizing for showing up so late tonight.” He says. “Why

turn red at his question. How could he pretend like nothing had happened? He remembered all along. Was he never going to

remember.” I

see when he realizes what

raises slightly, “You remember what happened after we left the

face behind the palm of my

he waits for me to say something. I can’t. Not with the way I felt right

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