Chapter 22

Cedric grabbed the champagne bottle and popped the cork, forcing aside the desire that gripped him, concentrating instead on the feeling of satisfaction. Everything was going exactly according to his plan and that gave him an inordinate amount of pleasure. Pouring out a couple of glasses, he then carried them over to where Anna sat and handed her one. She gave it a faintly suspicious glance, then took it. He raised his own glass and tapped it against hers.

“Here’s to our marriage.”

She gave a little nod then took a sip of the fizzing liquid. “So, you wanted to discuss the wedding?”

“Indeed I did. I see no point in waiting, so the ceremony will take place next week at the church in Haerton village. Then we will honeymoon in France,”

Anna blinked. “Next week?”

“You have a better time?”

“Oh, no, I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.” She frowned. “But…a honeymoon?”

Ah, he might have known he wouldn’t be able to slip that one by her. She was t