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

could feel all the blood draining

me his wife, asking him to touch me, and

I could hear the whispers again, but

the hell was wrong with me?

intoxicated side of me did embarrassing

was referring to everything that happened in the jeep. That’s why he looked so confused when I mentioned what Sharon had said. He

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

me gently. “Is your body becoming cold

it were. That would be less embarrassing than what

I don’t know how even to bring up

his arms and, without saying anything to anyone, walks with me back to

after we’re safely locked inside, I still

you going to tell me what’s wrong, Willow?” He asks again. “I

sorry.” I finally

when

sorry?” He asks for confirmation. “For what

answer him. I’m too embarrassed to say anything

down on the edge of the

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

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

I finally

when

what

hide my face behind

as he waits for me to say something.

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