Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 32: Just what you think

The tension in the living room took a different turn following Davis question. Silence engulfed them both as neither of them was willing to speak but is more concerned about gathering their emotions and thoughts.

Jessica shifted uncomfortably on his thigh but his grip was firm and his gaze on her was fixed on her without blinking it’s more like he wants to carve her into his memory but the more he looked at her, the more he feels she is familiar but the recollection—blurry.

Their sitting position is too ambiguous for her liking. She didn’t want to raise an unnecessary suspicion. Should anybody come into the living room and find her saddled tightly on his immobile leg will never believe anything she had to explain.

"Can you please... let me go", she said her voice coming out almost in a whisper as she twitched her body due to Davis’s restless hand. Jessica felt like slapping herself; it is clear that Davis was doing this on purpose but then her body is so sensitive to his touch, an experience he never felt with other male friends around her

"So tell me, are you scared?" He asked again with all seriousness.

His grip on her waist tightened lightly, almost as if he feared she would disappear the moment he let go. His gaze on her was intense and boring into her as though hoping to see through her heart with emotions undescribable swirling around in his deep brown eyes.

Jessica shrugged her shoulders, it is not as if she will change the signature on the marriage certificate.

Jessica averted her gaze on him but Davis wouldn’t have it. With his index finger, he lifted her chin lightly to meet his gaze . She felt her breathe hitch, his eyes like a whirlpool continuously drew her in.

Jessica couldn’t really understand why gazing into his eyes wil always mess up her senses and reasoning. No, she can’t let him, She refused to be bewitched, she swatted his hand away from her chin.

Jessica seeing his dazed look took the opportunity to pry his hand away from her waist and stand up but no matter how she tried, it wouldn’t budge. It is clear that Davis was doing this intentional but what did he stand to gain.

"Davis Allen! Are you planning to let me go or do you plan to clasp me here all night?" she asked with irritation, her heart pounded hard against her ribs as she plots her escape.

He didn’t bother to answer rather his thumb unconsciously traced slow circles on her waist, his expression unreadable. Jessica felt her body heating up with the blush creeping up her face at his unconscious action.

Jessica cleared her throat and pushed him lightly. "Davis?"she called out to him.

He blinked, snapping out of his daze. "You seem familiar," he murmured, more to himself than to her.

Jessica stiffened. "Familiar?" she echoed her heart racing, the sense of familiarity has always been there but only if she comes into a closer proximity but that is all.

we only met because of this marriage." She murmured trying to

eyes darkened slightly. "That’s what’s strange," he admitted. "It’s not from our recent encounters. It’s seems to be..." His gaze locked onto hers, as though trying

her breathe relax "Well, maybe I just have one of those faces

her didn’t loosen, his thumb still absentmindedly

can we have this conversation without me sitting on your

Are you uncomfortable?" Jessica glared at him angrily

jumping down while patting

just been a few weeks yet he always feels he has known her for

do you still want to.."

very much." She replied taking a seat on the couch opposite. Who wants

work?" Davis asked in a

heart skipped a beat, she looked at him seriously with the hope of finding any clue on his face

down on his thigh moments ago had evaporated to the

you really want it to work? Are you willing to accept an imposed bride?" She asked incredulously. She is finding it funny that after several weeks of

to himself —his mind drifting to the various encounters he had with her, her facial expressions at situations and his lips

Jessica said, a glint of coldness coursing through her eyes. This is a score she will

to work my way around it while I hope you give me the opportunity

be, just may be it can be his way out, his redemption from the hell

definitely God is helping her. May be this will be the opportunity they both crave for — A chance to rebuild the broken tent, a chance to turn

on the marriage certificate, may be we can try to make it work." She answered

lips. "I will be back in a jiffy." He said and wheeled himself into the study in a

it. Jessica slowly stood up from her seat

Slowly, he retrieved the document

heading and the title "MARRIAGE CONTRACT" stood glaringly. Her thoughts raced,

her a contract marriage agreement?" She

questions but—she was glaring at him with anger and rage she is