Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 47: What’s wrong?

Seeing Vera move toward the dinning room, the family members gradually dispersed and made their way toward the dining room.

Jessica walked over to Davis, noticing the faint smile playing on his lips. "What’s so funny?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Davis didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached out, pulling her lightly toward him. The sudden movement caught Jessica off guard, and she nearly lost her balance. Before she could stumble, his firm grip steadied her, his arm wrapping securely around her waist.

Jessica tried to pry his hand away from her waist but he didn’t budge. Their posture was ambiguous—intimate, almost teasing.

"Allen Davis," she called sternly, her tone carrying a warning, but all it did was elicit a deep chuckle from him.

His gaze flickered to her hand—the one Vera had smacked earlier. His eyes darkening "Are you hurt?"

"No. I retracted my hand early, and she punched the air instead." Jessica smirked her voice was low, meant only for him to hear.

Davis nodded in amusement, his grip loosening just enough for her to step out of his hold.

"Let’s go to the table," she muttered before she slowly pushed him toward the dining hall.

Elder Allen had already taken his seat at the head of the long mahogany table. The second branch of the Allen family sat to his left, and the first branch occupied his right—just as it had always been the custom.

Maids bustled around, carefully setting out the lavishly prepared dishes according to everyone’s preference.

The table was a masterpiece—exquisite utensils and cutleries, fine crystal glasses, outstanding furnishings and a luxurious spread of delicacies. But beneath the grandeur, the people seated at the table were a tangled mess of schemes and ambitions, their hearts a complex spiral vortex waiting to drown each other.

Desmond sat beside Elder Allen, followed by Aaron, then Vera. Davis was next, positioned between Vera and Jessica, with Ethan on Jessica’s other side. This arrangement left Davis sandwiched between two women.

The meal began in near silence. Jessica focused on preparing Davis’s plate with attention to its quality and suitability to his condition. Before she began eating her own meal while Davis accepts everything based on her arrangements. The effortless exchange between them deepened the bitterness in Vera’s heart.

As if to provoke further, Davis casually reached for a napkin and gently wiped a tiny smudge of oil from Jessica’s lips—his movement so natural, making it clear it wasn’t the first time.

cutlery, Aaron glared at her but she

then, several maids entered carrying trays of freshly prepared juices, each tailored to the individual preferences of the

dining with the family, I thought

member picked a glass of their

She accepted it silently, her expression unreadable and calm—except

exact taste, perhaps next time, I’ll make

don’t mind, sister-in-law.

was about to lift the glass to her

slowly, her voice carrying a hint of amusement, "If you don’t mind, let’s exchange glasses. I’m not in a

her hand toward Vera, offering her the orange juice while reaching for Vera’s own glass

through Vera’s eyes.She was reluctant. To cut off any eventualities she has prepared only a glass

timing

from the second branch already had their glasses in hand waiting for her and their gazes on

accepted, she would be drinking from the very glass she had

felt conflicted. She had only

as she handed

muttered not missing the conflict in her

better future and a united home", Pamela

lost in thought as she stared at the

drop the cup but Jessica quickly stretched her hand and

okay? You almost broke your glass while lost in

"Am sorry", Vera muttered.

a fraction of a second before bringing the orange juice to her lips. Under the watchful eyes of

with light chatter emanating after the toast which seems

fooled. Her gaze rested on Vera, she didn’t

landing on Elder Allen