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."

this rule about phy...siologi.." She glanced at his legs and quickly averted her gaze

not everyday he gets to make this icy queen flustered. "What about it?" He questioned, his brow

as her shoulders slagged with helplessness. She couldn’t pursue this matter further because she might create more

with mild amusement. "Giving

wide smile

"And you think

feel like one when presented with such an agreement?" "Besides everything with you feels

glint of emotion unreadable flashing past his eyes. "Then

her a ball point pen and quickly she

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

not letting this go, are

agreed to give this marriage a trial then it is of importance we get in to our role properly" he said with a

turned to leave. "I’ll think about it." She was fuming with rage at

too long,

She didn’t know

May be, just may be things might work out. After a while he

on the bed as she took in the details of the room and changes she has made.

between her and Davis— but now she felt

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 feeling that this is the beginning of something different in

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

yet it felt like a monumental decision—one that

a deep breath, she raised

in," Davis’s deep

on the bed clad in a black pajamas, it is clear he has just taken

the door clicked shut, his sharp eyes lifted to meet hers, and for a moment, they

holding the pillow up to her chest. "I... I’m here," she

arched a brow, closing his book. "I can