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 quickly averted her gaze as she

make this icy queen flustered. "What about it?" He questioned,

as her shoulders slagged with helplessness. She couldn’t pursue this matter further because she might create more blunders for herself and the situation might

watched her with mild amusement. "Giving up

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

think this is a

presented with

unreadable flashing

point pen and quickly she scribbled

He leaned in slightly. "So, am waiting for you as for your things, Ethan will

exhaled sharply. "You’re really not letting this go,

marriage a trial then it is

turned to leave. "I’ll think about

watching her retreating figure. "Just don’t take too long,

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

days finally feel peace. May be, just

slowly sat down on the bed as she took in the details of the room and changes she has

get better between her and Davis— but now she felt fear, fear of

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

gripped tightly. Her 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 mean she can avoid it tomorrow

step, yet it felt like a monumental decision—one that could change everything

breath, she raised her hand and

Davis’s deep voice came from

room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows across the space. Davis sat on the bed clad in a black pajamas, it

sharp eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment,

coughed lightly and averted her gaze, holding the pillow up to her chest. "I...

his book.