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.

its arrival. Ethan pushed Davis’ wheelchair inside, and they descended in silence. The atmosphere was tense,

Ethan quietly wheeled Davis toward the

seeing them approach hurriedly

him. Once the doors shut, the engine roared to life, and the

kept casting him inquisitive glances. His

ask?" Davis’s voice sliced through the

"Madam...?"

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

information on her..." Ethan responded

dwindling

his throat lightly, 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

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

you mean?" Davis shot

trace could be found on her. I have also tried to investigate close relatives but aside the Brown family members

is dwindling in skills? It is better to have said someone is covering her tracks or she might be the one covering her own

against the armrest. "Too clean?"

debts, no criminal record, no financial struggles, no traceable connections beyond what’s publicly

by her family, supposedly useless, yet she carries herself with poise, elegance and pride, skilled, calculative and never flinching in the face of

deeper," Davis ordered finally, his tone

mysterious wife will give him a sense of belonging and purpose. Being crippled might not really mean the end of the

his head

blur past. If Jessica was truly just an ordinary woman, why did she seem like the biggest mystery? It seems Desmond only got