The Wedding Night

Amy sat opposite Reynolds on the private jet which belonged to the Bennet family. Reynolds was immersed in whatever he was doing on his tablet that he had not even spared her a glance ever since they got on the plane.

Unlike him, Amy did not know what to do to keep her busy. Her phone had died so she had put it on charge. She didn't like to use it whiles it charged. She had read somewhere that it was unhealthy. Her mind suddenly wandered to how they would spend the night. Though to both of them this marriage was just a mere contract, would he ask that she performed her wifely duties? She shook her head at that.

Reynolds wasn't that kind of man. She could tell that much. But would they have to sleep on the same bed because that would be very uncomfortable for her. She had never shared a bed with anyone. She only hoped his father had booked a room with a separate bed. Maybe if she was lucky she would get a separate room. What was she thinking?

His father would not book a separate roo