Bought: The Greek's Baby(26)

Had he gone mad?

Or had she?

He’d spent the rest of the short flight working on his computer. Bewildered and hurt, Eve had fallen asleep staring out the small window of the plane, watching the lights of the Italian coastline disappear over the black emptiness of the Adriatic.

Now, as she looked out the small round window, she saw small clusters of lights amid the darkness, like scattered stars in the night. “Where are we?”

“Beginning our descent into Athens, madam.”

“Athens!” Eve cried. “How long was I sleeping?”

The brunette gave a sympathetic smile. “Almost two hours.”

Two hours. She glanced over at her new husband, who was still sitting at his desk, staring at his laptop screen with hard eyes.

Maybe he has work to do, she tried to tell herself. Urgent, unavoidable work that he was desperate to finish so they could properly enjoy our honeymoon.

But she wasn’t completely comforted by her explanation. Not when he’d turned so cold and unresponsive from the moment he’d become her husband.

It was almost as if he were angry at her. But that didn’t make sense. Hadn’t he come to London, desperate to find her? Hadn’t he proposed marriage when he found out she was pregnant with his child? Hadn’t he spent days passionately, tenderly convincing her to marry him?

She’d finally agreed to be his wife. They’d had a romantic, perfect wedding. So why was he suddenly acting like a man who despised the thought of her existence?

She rubbed her head wearily, causing more tendrils to tumble from her chignon. It didn’t make sense. Was her confusion caused by her amnesia? Why couldn’t she understand him?

The flight attendant carefully set down her tray on a nearby table. “Mr. Xenakis thought you might wish to have a snack before we land.”

Eve saw a nice selection of cut fruits and bread and cheeses, as well as sparkling water and juices. She glanced at her husband across the cabin. “He didn’t want to join me?” she said, trying—and failing—to keep the hurt from her voice.

The flight attendant gave her a sympathetic look. “Sorry, madam.”#p#分页标题#e#

As the flight attendant departed, Eve tried furiously to think, to understand. Talos couldn’t have married her for her money, since her fortune, nice as it was, was just a fraction of his. Then why?

Because she was pregnant with his baby? He’d said he wanted to give their baby a name. Was that the only reason?

No, she told herself desperately. He’d married her because he loved her.

Although he’d never said the words, had he?

She drank the water and ate the fruit, though she had no appetite as the plane landed. Talos, in spite of her hurt glances, continued to ignore her long after the plane had landed on the tarmac. After the plane door opened and they came down the stairs, she took a deep breath.

Athens at midnight.

His assistants and various bodyguards were waiting for him on the tarmac, along with two cars to whisk their entourage into the city. They were swiftly and seamlessly escorted through customs. Within minutes, she was seated next to her husband in the back of a black Bentley as the chauffeur drove them on the six-lane highway into the city.

She stared at him until he finally looked at her.

“Talos, why are you acting like this?” she asked quietly.

“Like what?” he demanded.

“Like a jerk.”

Clenching his jaw, he looked out at the darkness of the passing city. “I’m sorry if you are so needy and insecure that you feel you must be the center of my attention at every moment,” he said in a low voice. “But unlike you, I am not content just to sponge off an income earned by someone else. Unlike you, I own a business and must run it. The fact that we’re married does not mean I intend to spend my every hour worshipping you.”

She gaped at him, openmouthed.

He’d ignored her for the hours since their wedding, he’d rudely insulted their friends, he’d dragged her from Italy to Greece without explanation…and now he was trying to make her think she was the one with the problem?

Biting back an angry retort, she took a deep breath and tried to see things from his position, tried to see if there was a possibility she was being unreasonable.

Nope.

Clasping her hands together, she took another deep, calming breath. She was his wife now. She wanted to be loving and understanding. They were on their honeymoon. She didn’t want to start a fight over something so small as his strangely irritated mood.

On the other hand, she wasn’t a doormat, and he’d best learn that right now.

“Of course I understand you must work,” she tried in her kindest, most understanding voice. “But that doesn’t explain why you’ve been so cold to me all night. Or why you dragged us away from Tuscany.” She swallowed. “After your friends went to such trouble, we could have at least spent the night there…”