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.

this marriage." She murmured trying to convince herself that

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 to unravel a

I just have one of those faces you have come across" she replied with an

His grip on her didn’t loosen, his thumb still absentmindedly stroking

"Alright, I get it. You’re curious. But can we have this

twitched slightly. "Why? Are you uncomfortable?" Jessica glared

waist. Jessica wasted no time jumping down while patting her chest in relief,

feels he has known her for a long. This subconscious feeling about her gnawed at him but—it refused

me this way, do you still

She replied taking a seat on the couch opposite. Who wants to sit with him? Jessica forced herself to calm

we make this marriage work?" Davis asked in a calm sonorus

hope of finding any

was as though the man holding her down on his

an imposed bride?" She asked incredulously. She is finding it funny that after several weeks of this awkward relationship that Davis had decided to take a

he muttered to himself —his mind drifting to the various encounters he had with her, her

a glint of coldness coursing through her eyes. This is a

will try to work my way around it while I hope you give me the opportunity to co-exist peacefully, is that okay?" He asked looking at her

wrong. May be, just may

relief 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 things around for

the marriage certificate, may be we can

her briefly, a smile tugging on his lips. "I will be back in

moment, he returned with a folder in his hand. Slowly, he untied it. Jessica slowly stood up from her seat and walked closer as Davis expression

Slowly, he retrieved

and the title "MARRIAGE CONTRACT" stood glaringly. Her

her a contract marriage agreement?" She mused. It’s so funny how she believes they

stared at her with a light smile, waiting for her to ask questions but—she was glaring at him