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 to

the

him to call me his wife, asking him

face against his neck in embarrassment. I could hear the whispers

was wrong with me? I was

side of me did

he looked so confused when I mentioned what Sharon had said. He wasn’t speaking about that incident;

touches my back, and I know he’s shocked

wrong?” He asks me gently. “Is your body becoming cold

were. That would be less embarrassing than

how even to bring up the things

his hands wrapped around me protectively. He stands with me still in his arms and, without saying anything to anyone, walks

still

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

finally force myself to

moving when he hears

sorry?” He asks for confirmation. “For what

I’m too

of the bed. He now

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

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

remember.” I finally answer

but I see when he realizes

what happened after we left the

hide my face

to say something.

grabbed his hand and placed it over them! I