Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 43: Family Dinner 2

Davis and Jessica left the house together. In the parking lot, Jessica helped him into the car, ensuring he was properly settled before sliding into the seat beside him. Ethan took the passenger seat, his heart heavy with worry—unsure of how his boss and his wife would navigate the scheming Allen family.

The driver turned on the ignition and the engine roared to life. Jessica glanced briefly at Davis who also turned to glance at her and their gaze locked with determination. Slowly, the car merged into the traffic, the silence in the car palpable.

~Allen Family Mansion~

The Allen family is known for its long history and standing legacy, a status evident at the mansion that stood grand and imposing under the evening lights.

The old architectural structure has been renovated with the attachment of modern designs, a move made to keep them in the loop of the current trend yet its historical essence remains untouched.

The golden chandeliers were visible even from the large glass windows. A well mowed lawn that stretches into the far distance and the trees planted on both side of the driveway with well trimmed flowers at intervals giving the landscape a touch of natural beauty and fragrance.

The butler stood at the door anticipating and welcoming the members of the family as they arrive.

A sleek black luxury SUV pulled up to the circular driveway, its engine humming before coming to a smooth halt. The driver swiftly stepped out and opened the door.

Desmond stepped out first, buttoning his suit jacket with deliberate ease. His sharp gaze flickered to the towering structure before him, his expression unreadable and cold as he took in the sight of the mansion. His lips curled up in a cold smile as he glanced behind him.

Vera stepped out after him, her crimson evening gown hugging her figure accentuating her figure, her deliberately made up face glowing with elegance and confidence, her expression poised but cold.

her role well, despite the suffocating weight of the Allen name

a cold one but in the face of other family members they must

nonchalant smirk. His demeanor exuded arrogance and nonchalancy, but there was an edge to his movements. He didn’t bother looking at either of them as he strode ahead,

is as clear as day he is still reluctant to accept the marriage he had proposed by

Aaron. Couldn’t even spare a

presence of Desmond despite he

with no expression, but her shoulders squared with tension. She had long since given up expecting anything from Aaron, but

"Aren’t we all here? Or do I have to carry her into

out a quiet chuckle, though there was no amusement in it. "You don’t have to bother

them, amused yet wary. "You two are quite the pair you

his pockets as he walked toward the building without waiting for any of them. Vera stood for a while to gather

Vera is really one strong lady that

butler waiting patiently for them bowed slightly welcoming them in. "First uncle, Young master Aaron, Madam,

into the grand hallway of the Allen mansion each with their

mansion, its engine humming smoothly

he never expected that after paying a visit eight

Davis emotion. Gently, she placed her hand on his in silent encouragement. Davis glanced at her briefly. He felt grateful someone