Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 42: Family Dinner 1

It had been three hours since Davis returned from the hospital, and he had been sitting in the living room, waiting for Jessica’s return. At intervals, he will glance at his wristwatch, his expression calm and impassive.

"I wonder what she’s doing out there," he muttered.

He didn’t want to believe she had forgotten about the dinner—especially since she was the one who had insisted and urged him to accept the invitation in the first place.

"Looks like I’ll have to send her a reminder." He picked up his phone to text her just as the steady roar of her car came through the driveway. He Placed the phone back down and took a deep breath. He had offended her, and he was ready to face her wrath, whatever form it took.

The car engine shut off. Several minutes passed before the car door closed with a firm thud, followed by the sound of her approaching footsteps on the foyer.

"Welcome, madam," Henry greeted, his tone laced with admiration and respect.

He had never expected that the woman rumored to have been forced upon his boss would be the one to keep him from being sent to the rehabilitation center.

"Thank you. How was your day?" Jessica asked jovially.

She always felt uncomfortable being addressed as madam and had already complained to Ethan about it. But his response had left her stumped—"Davis will have my head," he had said. With no way to change things, she had resigned herself to it.

As she stepped into the living room, her gaze landed on Davis, and her expression darkened. She had been furious and planned to settle the score with him but looking at him she could only get angry "If only I could beat this man up," she thought bitterly.

"You’re back?" Davis asked, his eyes glinting with mischief and his lips curling subtly in amusement as he studied the furious woman before him.

in making her angry. If he did, then he had certainly succeeded. Shooting him a glare, she silently walked past him and made her way upstairs

from him. Maybe she wanted him to see the real her. Or maybe she simply found it unnecessary to pretend. Whatever the reason, her emotions

follow her, the door to her room

she’s throwing a tantrum

least let me explain." He asked and when no response came

Silence.

He would wait. He had all the time in

room, Jessica leaned against the closed door, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she listened to his pleading. But the moment she turned around, her

cut diamonds that glistened under the light. The hem

picked up the dress.She swooned as the recognition of the dress. The craftsmanship was unmistakable and she can bet her all that this was the work of

glance was all she needed to know who had placed it there. A small smile

runs high, does this stand as

it’s almost time to leave for the dinner—her first appearance and attendance to the Allen family gathering. She felt wary. This might not be a simple dinner. "I just hope Davis handles

on her feet and opened the door. Her hands akimbo "Mr. Davis,

the question. He didn’t really think about what it is, he only felt it will suit her body and colour. He averted his gaze, Jessica returned to the room picked up the dress and

through", she said and walked into the room

the same spot lost as he looked at the dress. After a while he sighed and wheeled

Davis was enchanted by the sight before him—her long legs, fair skin,