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. .

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

practically uncomfortable and might not be able to do anything at the company

pain but it was clear, he did not

bodyguard and a driver with only

to the hospital immediately", he announced. Desmond felt angry at the decision because he has an important meeting with Elder Allen and as

The engimatic Desmond convulsed in pain, beads of sweat

several hours, he was wheeled back to the ward, his face pale, his lips dried and parched throat. —an

on his face. Desmond stirred lightly, his eyes fluttering open before it opened. He adjusted himself to a more comfortable position with Bob attaching the pillow to help

the doctor’s word. "He has taken a high dose of alcohol

to indulge himself in alcohol especially since he took over the leadership of Allen groups but never for once has he

investigation, it seems he has

to the bottom of

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

clasped on the handle—"inform Aaron to welcome Jessica Brown if she arrives the company tomorrow",

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

his eyes cold "She is but she wants to work, I can’t be a bad uncle who won’t let his nephew in-law work you know? He smirked. The coldness in his eyes not dissipating

he is only a bodyguard

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

Bob asked with care. His master’s thought is really difficult to understand especially when he is angry with

can tell if she is coming for something different, so we need to keep our eyes open

run down his spine but— then he can only wait and see as he can’t

contact with that person. Just

~Berries club~

status. His father Desmond his father being at the helm of affairs of the Allen