Page 70 of His Cursed Heart

"I hope we didn't make you wait." I say.

"Oh, don't worry honey. It's so good to have you both here."

Everyone sits at the table and we wait for the maids to put the food on our plates.

When I receive the plate with the pork ribs and the red wine sauce, I feel my stomach growling.

I take a first bite and I roll my eyes at the taste. It's the best thing I've had since I moved in Chicago. I taste the sauce too and this time, a full moan escapes my mouth.

I hear laughs and I open my eyes to see the Moretti family with amusement in their eyes.

"Excuse me, but I love pork ribs." I take a napkin and wipe my mouth.

"Yeah, we've heard." Vivian says with a kind smile. I

look confused at her.

From who?

But then, I give my husband a side-eye and let it aside.

The rest of the dinner is passing by in a good atmosphere. Emmeline is talking about her competitions, Vivian about her plants and Everette and his father are talking about Outfit business.

I take a sip of champagne and I resist the urge to moan again.

I see Everette not drinking his own glass and I lean over him.

"If champagne is not your thing, I can drink that for you." I say with raised eyebrows. His soft laugh makes his parents and sister look at us.

"I'm driving." He simply says.

"Oh, right. We don't want anything to happen to the Bugatti." I take another sip and see Vivian with sparks in her eyes.

"Why don't you stay here overnight?" She asks and I look at Everette.

"Ma-"

"You can stay in your old room." The sappy faces she's making makes me laugh. Everette looks at his father, but he's raising his arms in surrender.

Then, Everette looks at me and locks eyes with me.

Is this a scene to make his parents believe we stand each other?

His silence question is there though.

If we stay overnight, it might be a plus to show them that we're a real married couple.

I look at them and force out a smile.

"We'd love to." Vivian almost squeaks with happiness as she informs one of the maids to prepare

our room.

Everette leans over me and whisper in my ear, "Are you sure you want to share a bed?"

His hand is on my thigh making circles and I squeeze my legs closer. He feels my move and he rests his hand between my legs.

A hand appears out of nowhere and I see that dessert is served.