The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 217

Book 3 Chapter 53

~WILLOW~

“Are you not going to move?” Dante asks for the last time.

He would have to forcibly move me if he wanted me to get out of the way. I would never let him walk straight into trouble, not while I was alive.

“We were just talking, and Ares was very respectful—”

I don’t get to finish my sentence when Dante grabs me by my waist and throws me over his shoulder.

“Dante!” I gasp. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer me as he storms out of the room with me still in his arms.

I could see all the surprised looks as everyone began taking pictures of us. This was sure to make the headlines by the end of the night. At least I was being photographed with Dante and not Ares.

I don’t bother trying to get down from him. I liked that he was carrying me.

for me but didn’t realize it yet? I could feel my heart fill with

it would be possible for Dante to ever have feelings for anyone other than

my hopes up. There was still a chance that he was doing this because it would be what

throws me onto the seat. I’m extremely quiet but giddy with happiness as he leans over and buckles me in. His scent fills my nose, and I lean in to smell him some more. Dante doesn’t seem

I could tell by the vein in his head

upset with me?” I asked before he could even

on the steering wheel and

many other places in that house for you to be in, yet you chose to be on a small sofa with another man while his arms were

me.” I disagreed. “His arm was behind me, but it wasn’t

try not to be intimidated by

that?” he asks me. “We recently went on a damn trip to an island just to stop the rumors about our marriage, and a few days later, you’re already doing something that

behind all the rumors?” I demand. “Because I’m absolutely sure that your behavior towards me is what started the rumors, to begin with. Everyone can see the truth in your eyes and actions, Dante. They can clearly see that there is a big

he aggressively

like you to run from everything.” I snap. “You can’t give a response because you know it’s the truth. I’m not at fault for any of this, and you know

can

doesn’t make any of this easier. In fact,

then maybe I should stop being so innocent,” I