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?

night was

feel all the

me his wife, asking

embarrassment. I could hear the whispers again, but I was too

with

side of

that happened in the jeep. That’s why he looked so

back, and I know he’s shocked at

“Is your body becoming cold again?

less embarrassing than

know how even to bring

shivered as both his hands wrapped around me protectively. He stands with me still in his arms and, without saying

I still don’t move

tell me what’s wrong, Willow?” He asks again.

finally force myself to

when he hears

sorry?” He asks for confirmation. “For what

I’m too embarrassed to

his waist and puts me to sit down on the edge of the bed. He now has

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

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

I finally

confused, but I see when he realizes what I’m trying to

“You remember what happened after we left the

and hide my face behind the palm

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

and