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‘I do?’ Evanthia asked, picking one of the suitcases up

‘I can do it,’ Alessandra answered with a s, gesturing wildly

Not having the faintest idea what the housekeeper was saying or what her gestures meant, Alessandra smiled and nodded politely Eventually Evanthia bustled off after ht have indicated food

As soon as she was alone in her roo her clothes in the e room that would only ever contain feht, folding into drawers the new underwear she’d brought expecting her husband to remove them

She could wear bloomers and he would neither know nor care

At so weeks she’d allowed herself to believe their arden that, with so substantial So real

She’d even allowed herself to believe that Christian could be someone in whom she could trust, not only with her baby but with her

Christian had taken all those little seedlings and ripped thearden in the first place He’d put her subtly but firmly in her place

So why had he ht? Out of duty? To consual?

No He must have made love to her because she was there and he could She could have been any woman in that bed

It was her own lack of sexual experience that had failed to recognise it for what it was