《Alpha's Substitute Bride 》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Blossom POV.I was starting to grow weary of the rollercoaster my feelings had been on all day. I was still fuming over finding out Dean had a mistress in the house when I suddenly found myself in his arms—and completely loving how it felt. If only Liza hadn't been there when we arrived, I could let myself become fully immersed in the captivating feeling that overtook me when he held me.No doubt being that close to him, my senses were overcome with his scent. Something about it stirred feelings deep inside of me. It made me feel as though there was something special about Dean, and that my body would not react that way with any other male. While I did not know that to be true, something in my heart made me want to believe it was so.Dean's scent made me feel anxious and excited, but very much in a good way. I was starting to love the feeling so much, my heart would race when he approached, just in anticipation of the feeling. This was nothing like Diana had ever been able to describe

Blossom POV.I wished I could find better words to express everything swirling inside me. I needed Dean to understand how I felt, yet I didn't want to come across as a whiny, spoiled girl. At the same time, starting my marriage by allowing myself to be used or disrespected felt utterly unacceptable."I didn't expect to face more crowds, more questions, and more disapproving stares. I had hoped for a quiet evening," I said, my voice trembling. "It's all just been so overwhelming. I'm not trying to be ungrateful, but I don't think I can handle all the inevitable comments and prying questions."Dean listened intently, and I could tell he was beginning to understand my feelings almost as if they were his own. Could it be that he was already connecting with me on such a deep level? He seemed to grasp the turmoil I was experiencing.I knew I wasn't wrong to anticipate unwanted remarks and questions that would best remain unspoken. The truth was, Eliza was so cherished and admired for her be

Blossom POV.Here I was again, noticing Diana's presence. She was leading me back toward the suite's entrance when she paused at the door. I could sense that I had one more venomous remark brewing inside me. If I dared to unleash it, I would never know, for she swiftly pushed me through the entryway before I could say a word....With Diana gone, at least for now, I locked the door behind her. I assumed that Dean still had the key from earlier, when he showed me around the villa. If he didn't, he would simply have to wait because my heart was set on enjoying a long, luxurious bath. I filled the tub with water and headed to the closet to find something nice to wear afterward. Although I had planned to stand my ground regarding the dinner party, if I had to attend, I wanted to look presentable. If Dean agreed that my presence wasn't necessary, I would at least be fresh for the evening.I returned to the bathroom and tested the water, ensuring it was at the perfect temperature. It had

Blossom POVI had been pleasantly surprised that we made it this far into the evening without any major confrontations. I was aware of some sarcastic remarks made under guests' breaths upon meeting me—occasional mentions that no one could ever fill Eliza's shoes because she was, apparently, flawless.But my relief was short-lived. All I wanted was to sit down for dinner and retreat to our suite. I was exhausted from forcing a smile and extending graciousness to those who treated me so coldly. Dean, who had likely been reminded of Eliza a few too many times, had remained rather indifferent to me throughout the evening, stirring an unsettling ache in the pit of my stomach. I yearned for the moment we could finally sit at the table together—Caleb was already waving us over.Instead, I found myself facing this furious young woman hurling insults at me. Her assertion that I was unworthy dredged up all the fears and anxieties I had experienced while living with my uncle. He consistently bel

Dean POV As I made my way back into the dining hall, I took a moment to glance at the head table. There was Blossom, sitting beside her brother, looking more at ease now that she was distanced from anyone who might make snide remarks or bring up the confrontation with Fina. Initially, I was hesitant about the idea of elevating the head table—it seemed too formal for a party—but the staff had insisted, and now I was grateful. It kept Blossom away from any potential drama, and I even caught a glimpse of her smile. Despite feeling guilty for placing her in such a tense situation, I was relieved to see she found a safe haven.Most guests were engrossed in their dinner and conversation, and the atmosphere had finally calmed with laughter and chatter, just as I had originally envisioned for this party.I moved quickly to the back of the room, where Fina was holding court with a group of young women her age, likely reveling in her defiance against Blossom. Gently cupping her elbow, I steere