Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 28: What did you do?

Desmond was happy at his unexpected harvest. George Brown is really a loser he couldn’t fathom why he was able to mingle in the upper circle of Country A alongside with rich families when he can’t even boast of any of his daughters being well mannered or trained.

Davis sat quietly in the sitting room observing the interactions coldly, he is certain that Jessica isn’t friendly with Desmond but whatever plot she has in stock—is not a good one.

With the strong conviction he felt, he sighed at the prospect of seeing Desmond in fury when he discovers— he was calculated by a mere daughter of the Brown family.

Desmond glanced at Jessica’s innocent face, he couldn’t bear to disappoint her expectation. With a slight nod, he accepted the bottle from her, his gaze challenging to Davis.

"Nephew, your wife seems to have more sense of responsibility and probity —you have to cherish her, you know", he snarled.

Davis nodded at his confrontation "What more should I expect from a woman you have taken the effort and time to chose for me?" He snarled, his tone icy.

"Davis, you don’t have to talk to Uncle this way. I believe he must made some of his decision bearing you in mind", she said glancing lightly at Davis.

"He really bore me in my mind — I can see the proof with the way you are all over him", he muttered coldly.

Jessica smiled knowingly, she didn’t expect Davis to pick up her intention. She smiled inwardly as she scored him a point in her heart. Since Desmond has visited for a spot check it will be unfair not to give an answer he so much desired.

word to heart, he will come around one day and then understand your fatherly role" she said, her

have made this decision, it is rewarding to know she is simple

Jessica, his smile flattering as he read through the label a faint smile tugging at his lips "Why do

are a good man and deserve good things. Forgive me if am wrong but I don’t know anything about wines, I only followed my instincts."

for his nephew, the obedient and filial type. He accepted the wine with gusto and opened it. Poured some of its content into the cup "do you care to join me?"

she glanced instinctively at Davis whose face has already clouded over. Desmond smiled lightly at her little actions.

the gin as though it was the most natural thing to do. He has to prove his ability, his worth making

his glass for him and placing it on the table for

etched on her face so deeply that it erased every single trace

no matter the quantity of alcohol, am

would have stopped long ago", she smirked as she refilled his glass, a cold glint flashing through her eyes. She couldn’t help

his favorite indulgence—a fact he had just confirmed once again making Davis lips

aren’t equal to the task, as an Allen it is necessary to have total control

reached for another cup, but his hand trembled slightly—a clear sign that the drink was starting to

glass, his face flushing unnaturally. Jessica

from the Brown isn’t an act of love but it is more like a plot to keep a watch over Davis. She has the inkling that Desmond visit might have been a result of the information he got concerning the incident at the Brown family earlier so she decided to put a doubt in his heart making the Brown families and unworthy of his trust, she would want to see what the Brown family will do when they lose the support of

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