Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 41: Dwindling Skill

Bella didn’t expect Davis to get interested in knowing more about Jessica. Initially, she had thought he was just curious about the lavender scent but now she has her doubts about his purpose why he became interested in knowing more about Jessica.

He had not felt anxious about his predicament or the fact that there’s no possible treatment for him but is more curious about a lady he hasn’t met.

"Am I trespassing?" Davis asked with a smile not at all feeling offended. He had expected more but since it’s not forth coming, there is no need to push his luck.

"It’s.....not ..that ..., anyway don’t just ask." She concluded as she took a sip of her tea to calm herself not looking at him anymore.

Davis eyes narrowed in amusement at Bella’s action. "Finally, it seems her identity is still mysterious and can’t be disclosed", he mused. A faint smile tugging his lips.

Ethan noticed him in a good mood but couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened or the aspect of the discussion he found amusing but one thing is certain "Jessica has a close relationship with Bella".

"Ms. Edward, it’s a pleasure having a chat with you though my medication seems to be my wishful thinking but I don’t mind keeping in touch with you, do you mind?" Davis asked his gaze boring into her.

Under his gaze, Bella felt pressured finding it difficult to object, but she wished he don’t have to keep in touch since he might be a threat to her friend.

"Alright, you can reach out if there is an issue you need my assistance but am a busy person you know....." She agreed reluctantly.

"Can I have a meal with you and your friend another day?" Davis asked.

"Well..., my friend isn’t always opportuned to hang out. For the past five months, I have been asking her to visit but her schedule is too tight that she only visited briefly today." Bella lamented with a sigh.

Davis nodded in understanding. They bade her farewell and exited the office.

softly, signaling its arrival. Ethan pushed Davis’ wheelchair inside, and they descended in

at the ground floor, Ethan quietly wheeled Davis toward the hospital’s parking lot, where the black

driver seeing them approach hurriedly opened the door

ease before taking his own seat beside him. Once the doors shut, the engine roared to life, and the

him

want to ask?" Davis’s voice

"Madam...?"

the findings of your investigation on her? What other identity does she have not

Ethan

dwindling

his expression calm but wary. "It’s not like that, It’s just that there’s very little to find—at least on the surface. It only detailed her as the eldest daughter of the Brown family, unloved and abandoned in the countryside"

done his investigation severally and at the end will still have the same

you mean?" Davis shot him a

her. I have also tried to investigate close relatives but aside the Brown family members it is as though she is an island." Ethan

It is better to have said someone is covering her tracks or she

narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapping against the armrest. "Too clean?" he echoed, his voice laced with

what’s publicly known. It’s like she’s just... existing in the air. But we both know

who was abandoned by her family, supposedly useless, yet she carries herself with poise, elegance and pride, skilled, calculative

finally, his

trying to unravel this mysterious wife will give him a sense of belonging and purpose. Being crippled might

his

watching the city blur past. If Jessica was truly just an ordinary woman, why