Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 30: It doesn’t add up

Jessica need not be told that Desmond isn’t a simple man. She had done her background check on him and discovered so many of his schemes over the years. Her heart felt warm seeing how worried he is about her. She made a decision of reassuring him though on most circumstance Davis always tries to avoid her but these few days seems different.

With a light calculated footsteps she approached him, bent down to slightly to meet his gaze, several emotions— anger, hurt, betrayal, fear and resistance swirled in his deep eyes. Jessica felt herself drawn into them, The familiar yet unfamiliar face made her fall into a trance. Slowly, she stretched her hand and lightly caressed his face. "I can take care of myself", she muttered.

Davis felt his breathe hitch at the close proximity as the now familiar lavender scent of her body filled his nostrils meddling with his thinking urging him to draw her closer to himself —to hold her in his arms.

"There is every reason to work in the Allen’s and with the situation now I think am more suitable to", she murmured.

She stood up and turned to leave but just as she took a step, Davis reasoning flew out the window. He skillfully grabbed her wrist pulling her back.

Jessica yelped as she lost her footing due to the pull, she prepared herself for a fall but the next moment a strong grip on her waist held her in place— only for her to find herself on his lap while her hand grapple tightly on his collar, her eyes widening and her heart racing in shock.

"What do you think you are doing?", Jessica fumed while Davis smiled widely.

"You are already leaving when I am not done talking so ... I had to call you back." He answered with an unconcealed smile. He had pulled her on impulse but then he didn’t regret it, it was exactly the result he wanted.

me instead of pulling me like that?" She asked. She don’t understand how he hoped

the one that threw yourself on me and am only been the good Samaritan keeping you from falling." A mischievous

you finished? You pulled me yet you mock me?" She fumed in rage with the blush creeping on her face as she struggled to stand up. "Now,

just

been trying to make them both co-exist peacefully yet he

you let go of my waist I want to stand up." She said

caressed her waist, she flinched, her breathe coming in gasps accompanied by the tingling sensation within

He asked not letting her go but rather he relaxed his back on the wheelchair, his grip not lessening

didn’t want to think about the heat crawling up from the spot his hand is resting on because It’s ridiculous how this man will keep invading her senses whenever they

with her as a ploy to prevent Desmond from sending more bride to

the pull? Why the sensitivity to touch? Aren’t these meant for two people who are in love? It’s high time, they make their relationship clear, She can’t let this go

her for taking the place of his sweetheart just a few days after he woke

up." She

He asked with his brows