Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 33: Start with the basics...

Jessica felt the reality of the marriage contract agreement hit her like a thunder clap, she swallowed hard, and her hand trembled lightly trying to process the rules on the marriage contract.

She felt ashamed and angry for losing her temper when she didn’t take a proper look at the paper but —the terms of the agreement are so outrageous that a simple recollection of it makes her angry. "I don’t think that’s necessary," she muttered, avoiding his gaze.

It necessary for them to have a common ground of peaceful coexistence but —"How can she move into the same master bedroom with him? Sharing the same spaces with no privacy? And then—" A sheer thinking of this made her gasp for breathe.

Davis looking at her changing expression smiled . He leaned back slightly, his tone calm but firm. "You agreed we can try this marriage properly, didn’t you? Then, let’s start with the basics." He couldn’t hide the amusement and mischief in eyes.

Jessica clenched her fists. "Basics?" she repeated, almost scoffing. "Moving into your room is a bit too much, don’t you think? We could just... co-exist without taking things that far."

"What makes it a married couple then?" Or — Davis arched a brow, amusement flickering in his eyes. "Are you scared?"

"Of course not," Jessica snapped, but her hesitation betrayed her. She couldn’t deny the fact that he is right.

"Then what’s the problem?" he challenged.

Jessica exhaled sharply. "I just think we need some... boundaries. You’re used to your space, and same to me. Sharing a room could be uncomfortable for both of us."

Davis smirked. "Our marriage is already uncomfortable from it’s onset. That’s why it’s a trial—so we see if we can handle it and make the most of out of it."

Jessica felt trapped. "So, what now? You expect me to just pack up and move in tonight?"

"That would be ideal," Davis said smoothly. "Or do you need me to send someone to help you?"

Jessica shot him a glare. "Don’t you dare."

Davis chuckled. "Then, it’s settled. You’ll move in tonight."

Jessica let out a deep sigh. "Fine," she muttered. "But don’t blame me if I end up kicking you off the bed."

Davis chuckled again, his voice deep and amused. "We’ll see who ends up on the floor, Mrs. Allen."

She glanced at his legs and

good mood, it’s not everyday he gets to make

her shoulders slagged with helplessness. She couldn’t pursue this matter

mild amusement. "Giving up

very clear his doing it on purpose looking at the wide smile

"And you think this

with such an agreement?" "Besides everything with you

nodded lightly, a glint of emotion unreadable flashing past his eyes. "Then maybe you should start

sign this?" She asked. Davis handed her a ball point pen and quickly

the items from her looking at the firm and resolute signature, his lips curved up slightly. He leaned in slightly. "So, am waiting for you as for your things, Ethan will take

"You’re really not letting this go,

is of importance we get in to our role properly" he said with a

muttered something under her breath and turned to leave. "I’ll think about it." She was fuming with rage at the

figure. "Just don’t take too long, or I might

second before storming off, ignoring his quiet chuckle behind her. She didn’t know if this

just may be things might work out. After a while he wheeled himself into the confines of his

retouched to serve as her bedroom, slowly sat down on the bed as she took in the details of the room and changes she has

things will get better between her and Davis— but now she felt fear, fear of the future,

from the bed and walked to the bathroom for a quick shower, after she changed into a pajamas grabbed her pillow and walked towards Davis’s room with trepidation. She couldn’t shake off the

contemplation of going forward or returning to her bedroom

yet it felt like a monumental decision—one that could change everything making it difficult to

took a deep breath, she raised

in," Davis’s deep

lit, casting soft shadows across the space. Davis sat on the bed clad in a black pajamas, it is clear he has just taken his bath. His back resting on the headboard with a book in his

to meet hers, and for a moment, they stared at

coughed lightly and averted her gaze, holding the pillow up to her chest. "I... I’m here," she said, her voice coming out almost as

a brow, closing his book. "I