Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 31: The die is cast...

Meanwhile, Desmond only managed to hold his composure before Davis, he wouldn’t want him to mock or laugh at him. He has his own pride and dignity to protect.

He wouldn’t give him the chance to go back to the office that had taken him years of continuous planning to occupy— otherwise all previous efforts will be waste.

In a slow measured steps he walked to his car parked at the side of the building where the driver Bob was already waiting while glancing at his wrist anxiously. Upon their arrival, Desmond had instructed him to wait for him for a couple of minutes but— it’s been two hours making him anxious by the seconds.

The rumour of Davis’ temperamental attitude is a well known secret in the elite circle, several stories has been weaved about it— reports of him beating up his staff when provoked, throwing things and destroying items.

Knowing how much both of them don’t get along the driver became more worried that they may engage into physical altercation.

"Thankfully, he is out at last", he muttered, relief washed over him as Desmond walked toward him.

In a the few steps he’s taken Desmond had felt his leg about to give way beneath him —but he wouldn’t crumble not now not ever.

It is surprising how he came here glorious but now leaving like the crippled. —The word left a bitter taste in his mouth. How can he compare himself to a crippled?

"Sir, ...are you... okay", the driver stammered as he approached taking notice of his footsteps slowly dragged towards the car, his face twisted in pain, his brow furrowed as he clutches his stomach—his discomfort evident.

Desmond nodded lightly in acknowledgement, the driver opened the car door and helped him to settle into the backseat of the car. After which Bob boarded the car and the door shut with a thud. Slowly, the car pulled out of Davis mansion.

"Are we still going to the company according to your schedule". The driver asked with worry etched his face.

Desmond hummed lightly in acknowledgement, his eyes shut as he endured the pain coursing through his vein— as if on cue, a sharp burning sensation tore through his stomach, it felt as though a part of his stomach is been crafted out and dismembered with several swords at the same time.

He felt nauseous, dizzy and weak. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead at the intensity of the pain plaguing his body. .

on Davis face though he never moved from his posture, the innocent look on Jessica’s face when she cheered him

through the rear view mirror. It is clear he is practically uncomfortable and

clear, he did not take any other thing aside the drink he had few

his recruitment —as a special bodyguard and a driver with only few privy of his duty as a bodyguard — even Davis was

driver glanced through the rearview mirror "Sir, am taking you to the hospital immediately", he announced. Desmond felt angry at the decision because he has an important meeting with Elder Allen and as he opened his

and rushed him to the hospital. The engimatic Desmond convulsed in pain, beads of sweat rolling down his face at intervals. Upon arrival, Bob sought the aid of the

the ward, his face pale, his

settling on his face. Desmond stirred lightly, his eyes fluttering open

taken a high dose of alcohol resulting in an acute

to be the case. But come to think of it, he has always taken out time to indulge himself in alcohol especially since he took over the leadership of Allen groups but never for once has he been diagnosed with gastric problem, why

is a need for proper investigation, it seems he has underestimated this

cold indifferent gaze "Get to the bottom of this, leave no stone

and seeing him having the same thought means there is more to this matter than they know—and this they

the ward but just as his hand clasped on the handle—"inform Aaron to welcome Jessica Brown if she

drop into his stomach "Jessica? Isn’t that the name of

a bad uncle who won’t let his nephew in-law work

quietly, he is only a bodyguard

it all depends on if she really wants to work or is there any other plan?", he

is really difficult to understand especially when

for something different, so we need to keep our eyes open and our fingers crossed against any

then he can only wait and

make contact with that person. Just

~Berries club~

his father being at the helm of affairs of the Allen Group made it