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."

at his legs and quickly averted her gaze as she

he gets to make this icy queen flustered. "What about

slagged with helplessness. She couldn’t pursue this matter further because she

her with mild

glared at him, it is very clear his doing it on purpose looking at the wide smile plastered all over his face. "It’s not about giving up.

"And you think this is a

presented with such an

a glint of emotion unreadable flashing

point pen and quickly she scribbled her signature

the firm and resolute signature, his lips curved up slightly. He leaned in slightly. "So, am waiting for you as

"You’re really not

we have agreed to give this marriage a trial then it is of importance we get in to

think about it." She was fuming with rage

figure. "Just don’t take too long,

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

which has been restless for a few days finally feel peace. May be, just may be things might work out. After a while he wheeled himself into the confines of

guest room which has been retouched to serve as her bedroom, slowly sat down on the bed as she took in the

hoped things will get better between her and Davis— but now she felt fear,

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 feeling that this is the beginning

heart pounding against her chest as she stood hesitantly in contemplation of going forward or returning to her bedroom but then avoiding it today doesn’t

a simple step, yet it felt like a monumental decision—one that could change everything making it difficult to take the

breath, she raised her

Davis’s deep

room was dimly 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

door clicked shut, his sharp eyes lifted to meet hers, and

to her chest. "I... I’m here," she

his book. "I