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 night

could feel all the blood draining

me his wife, asking him to touch me, and straddling

could hear the whispers again, but I was

was wrong with me?

side of me

yesterday morning. He was referring to everything that happened in the jeep. That’s why he looked so confused when I mentioned what Sharon had said. He wasn’t speaking about that incident;

I know he’s shocked at

“Is your body becoming cold again? Do we need to call

be less embarrassing than what I was experiencing

don’t know how even to bring up the things I’d done in

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

safely locked inside, I still

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

finally

stops moving when he hears

asks for confirmation. “For what

too embarrassed to

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

up so late tonight.”

He remembered all along. Was he never going to tell me about the things

remember.” I finally answer

when he realizes what

“You remember what

my face behind

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

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