Virginity in second marriages by Angela novel Chapter 1370

She pushed desperately against Matteo's shoulder and said abruptly, "No!"

The two had not been together since they returned from the trip, Anna had not fantasized, and each time Matteo looked so puritanical that, if she had not been pregnant, she would have even thought there was some kind of platonic relationship between them.

Not really, at least Matteo still kissed her and showed that thirst when he did.

But he probably hesitated to do anything because he was wary of something.

Over time, Anna had forgotten him, so now that something was about to happen between them, she was a bit nervous.

After all, she was not alone now; she was pregnant.

She had googled a lot since she got pregnant and had come across a message that said the fetus was unstable until the third month, so she could not have sex.

She had not paid much attention to it when she had read it, but now she suddenly remembered that her fetus was not so stable, what if she had sex with Matteo and something went wrong!

But Matteo knew nothing of this and thought the girl was just shy, so he did not stop his steps.

Matteo grabbed her wrist, his voice hoarse, "What is this nervousness?"

"I'm not-I'm not nervous."

"Then are you afraid?" Matteo stared at her, his gaze as deep as the endless sea.

"I'm not afraid!" Anna didn't quite know how to explain it to him and could only keep shaking her head, "Anyway, it just doesn't work!"

"Weren't you very active before, when you were abroad?" Matthew narrowed his eyes slightly and leaned close to her, his breath on her face, "You were flirting with me so much, have you forgotten?"

Huh?

At his words, Anna recalled the memory, and when some images came back to her mind, Anna found it impossible to look at them.

What on earth was she thinking then, that she had been so shamelessly forthcoming.

"I can't think of anything." So Anna brazenly denied the whole thing, and seeing how she justified her stark denial, Matthew pinched her face, "Are you sure you don't even remember?"

Anna nodded, "Yes, indeed, I don't remember any of it."

"Good." Matthew lifted her once more and Anna, startled, reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck and exclaimed, "What are you doing? I thought I said I couldn't remember. Put me down."

"It's good that you can't remember, I'll help you remember, you have to do it physically, you might be able to remember with the process."

Anna was shocked and drew in her breath, "No, I thought I said no, I have a cold."

The bedroom was already there, a short distance from the double bed.

"You put me down, I really can't!"

Yet in response, she was greeted with a heavenly twist as Matthew pinned her to the soft, wide bed, clasped her hands and lifted them above her head, his cool, thin lips pressed against the corner of her mouth.

"I have a cold too, so it doesn't matter, you're not afraid of me catching it, and I'm not afraid of you."

"No, no, no!" Anna pushed against him, shaking her head vigorously, "No really."

Matthew frowned a little, confused by her, the whole atmosphere had been ruined, he wanted to be loving, but now the atmosphere had been ruined.

He did not want to continue, but he wanted to know what was wrong with her and why she was refusing his approach.

If it was because of the cold, she had resisted at first when he had kissed her, but then she had given in.

But in this case, she resisted so much.

After thinking about it, Matthew could think of only one possibility.

He frowned at Anna for a long time before he could say anything.

"Why don't you want to? Did I hurt you last time?"