The Bird has got wings - стр. 12

– I couldn't agree more. God be with her, that Frenchwoman… But she'll never set foot in my house! – Vivian winked at her friend. – But it seems that a new dance is about to begin, and I promised it to my husband.

– He loves you so much," Charlotte smiled. – He keeps his eyes on you.

– Well, it's wonderful to be loved by your husband, isn't it? – Vivian said with irony in her voice, but with a sudden coldness in her bosom.

When the music died down, the guests, satisfied and tired, went home, the candlelight, which had recently brightened the whole house, was extinguished, and the servants began to clean up after the merry and noisy ball.

Walking towards their matrimonial bedroom, hand in hand, the newlyweds Wingtons were silent. The light of the three candles sitting securely in the silver candlestick Jeremy carried in his hand danced and made the shadows of those walking shiver. But it was not only the shadows that trembled – it was Vivian's soul that trembled.

– Darling, this ball has made me so tired," Vivian said with a shy smile. – Please let me spend the night alone in one of the guest rooms.

– No," Jeremy said and turned his face to her face and smiled crookedly. – Are you afraid of me, my love?

– Not at all," Vivian answered him calmly, but his beautiful, predatory smile made her swallow. – I'm just very tired and would like to sleep alone tonight. And you've had too much to drink tonight, haven't you?

– No," Jeremy said firmly. – You are my wife, and I want you.

They stopped in front of the tall doors leading to their bedroom.

Jeremy opened the door and stared into Vivian's face. The fire of lust and unbridled passion burned in his eyes.

– Remember, my love, you will sleep only with me. Only in my arms. Always," he said quietly, leaning down to her ear. Then, pulling away, he gripped his wife's elbow firmly and pushed her towards the open door.

Vivian forced herself to smile and, praying that this night would soon turn into morning, walked into the bedroom.

– Vivian?

The girl flinched and, like a thief caught red-handed, hurriedly turned round at the voice of her spouse. Her face, in the early morning light, was pale and frightened. After a moment Vivian smiled, and, putting on a warm long dressing gown, went to the bed, but did not sit down, but stopped at some distance, so that Jeremy could not force her back to bed.

– Sleep, my love. It's still only early morning," she said affectionately.

– Then why aren't you in bed? – Jeremy frowned sleepily.

– I can't sleep… I'll go to the library and read a book," Vivian tilted her head to the side and gave her husband a kiss and added: – If Jane arrives before you get up, send her to me. All right, my dear?

– Since when did you become an early bird? – Jeremy narrowed his eyes, but then he smiled and leaned back against the cushions, closing his eyes and adding, "Tell them to build a fire in the library. I don't want you to be cold, my love.

– I'll do it myself. But you sleep, my love, sleep. – Vivian silently came close to the bed, leaned over to her husband's handsome, sleepy face and kissed him on the cheek, which made him smile sweetly.

"How can such darkness hide in such a beautiful body and behind such a pretty face! Mr. Darbinell, my former fiancé, is no match for you in beauty and youth. But, God, if I had known earlier how much I would have to pay for the title of your wife, I would have preferred a husband like that sweaty hog to you," Vivian thought with a bitter smile as she looked at her husband's fine young body. – But, thanks to you, I became rich and popular, my dear… No, I made the right choice. After all, one day you will cool to me, and I will happily turn a blind eye to your cheating and affairs with other women. I just have to be patient. Your passion for me can't last forever."