Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Taking her hand, he exercised great care as he helped her out. Walking hand in hand, he asked, “Is it okay with you, what the doctor suggested?”
Knowing exactly what he was talking about, she said simply, “Yes.” Because of her age and the fact that she was carrying twins, the doctor had suggested she have as much bed rest. Pollyanna had agreed, knowing that by doing so it also meant she would have to delay her plans to finish college.
“Is it really that important to you?” Kyr forced himself to ask.
She blinked up at him. “Finishing school?”
He nodded. “Do you see yourself as a career woman?”
She bit her lip. “Would you have a problem if I did?”
He said slowly, “I’m not sure.”
She thought about telling him that they were living in modern times now, and that millions of women had no problems balancing family and career. But in the end, she couldn’t. For Pollyanna was not just young and in love, but she was also unconsciously in awe of her husband. To her eyes, there was nothing that Kyrillos Gazis could do bad, and any woman would kill to have her husband.
And yet he married me, she thought.
Of all the women in the world, he had chosen to marry Pollyanna.
She could not risk doing anything that might make her lose him.
With that thought in mind, she told Kyr lightly, “Then you’re lucky I’m not a career woman.” He visibly relaxed at her words, and she knew she had said the right words...even if they didn’t feel completely right.
Chapter Three
Much had been said about pregnancy making women bloom, giving them a glowing, radiant beauty that women who weren’t expecting would never achieve, no matter how much makeup they used.
Pollyanna wasn’t one of them.
In the back of his mind, Kyr had expected her to be even sweeter and more adorable but instead, his pretty little blowfish turned into a pocketful of gloom and grumpiness. Sometimes, it was endearing, like the time he had come out of his early morning shower and nearly had a heart attack at finding her waiting for him right outside his door, frowning up at him.
“What is it?” he had demanded.
“You’re sneaking out to meet another girl, aren’t you?” she had said darkly.
It was rare for him to feel like laughing, but Kyr almost did at that moment, the question too random to be taken seriously. But then when he looked into her blue eyes and saw that she was fighting back tears, he had wordlessly carried her back to their bed and she had given him her blowfish look when he had started to pull the covers over them.
“What are you doing?” she had finally blurted out.
“Proving to you that you’re the only woman I want in my life,” he had said simply and then made tender, exquisitely slow love to her.
Of course, there were also times pregnancy could make her exasperating.
Like yesterday, Kyr recalled.
Leaving his office at the resort to join Pollyanna for lunch, he had found his young wife waiting for him in the dining room, seated at the head of the table.
He had stopped dead in his tracks, unable to stop one eyebrow from lifting.
To her credit, she hadn’t even pretended ignorance. But her voice had been petulant and defensive when she told him, “I like your chair. It’s bigger.”
For one moment, he had debated telling her that the chair was part of a set, which meant all the chairs were the same in every way. He had dismissed the thought the next moment though, instead taking his seat on his wife’s right. When servants had come in to serve the first course, Kyr had simply ignored the way everyone did double takes at their unusual seating arrangement.
Not worth the argument, he had thought with a mental shrug.
But then, there were also times pregnancy made Kyr want to shake some sense into Pollyanna.
Like now.
They stared at each other from across the bedroom, Kyr standing at the doorway because his wife had just told him he was barred from coming in.
“Pollyanna, would you be sensible?” he muttered. He was tired, dammit. It was one in the morning, and he had just come home after nineteen long hours at the office.
Her face didn’t soften at all. “But you promised me.”
“I know,” he gritted out. “But there was an emergency at the resort, and that’s why I forgot to buy—-”
A dire look settled on her face, and she cut him off gloomily, saying, “Then you don’t care for me at all.” She pointed to the door.
He was about to shout at her, but then he saw the way tears were welling up in her eyes. With a stifled curse, he swung away and stalked off.
Knowing it would take too much time to rouse someone to take care of the errand for him, Kyr got behind the wheel of his sports car and drove off. Twenty minutes later, and he was heading back to the bedroom, and in his hands was a paper bag of flavored fries, deep-fried by Pollyanna’s favorite local food cart owner.