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.

he will come around one day and then

is rewarding to know she is

read through the label a faint smile tugging at his lips "Why

Forgive me if am wrong but I don’t

himself, the exact type of bride he wants 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?" He asked with

before and he wouldn’t let me..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced instinctively at Davis whose face has already clouded over. Desmond smiled lightly at her

and her admiration, he downed glass after glass of the gin as though it was the most natural thing to do. He has to prove his

a cold smirk Jessica enthusiastically refilled his glass for him and placing it on the

cup too much?" She queried, concern etched on her

good drinker and no matter the quantity of alcohol, am sure to finish it. So many

long ago", she smirked as she refilled his glass, a cold glint flashing through her eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder what it is Desmond thought of

indulgence—a fact he had just confirmed once again making

because they aren’t equal to the task, as an Allen it

but his hand trembled slightly—a clear sign that the drink was starting

he downed the glass, his face flushing unnaturally. Jessica watched with a satisfied smile—exactly the situation she

watch over Davis. She has the inkling that Desmond visit might have been a result of the information he got concerning

at the top why not