Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 60: Aren’t you ashamed of me?

"Do you care to let me see your legs?" she asked softly. Jessica had been meaning to ask this but the right time and opportunity never came.

Davis had long shut himself up that it became very difficult to approach him and the issue of his legs as been a sacred topic. Though they lived together, it’s more like she forced herself into his cold solitary world.

But this time seems to be the best time. May be he will be willing to talk, may be he will be willing to let her see. And only then will she able to forge a way forward.

Her gaze rested on his face brimming with concern and heartache. While silently encouraging him to give himself a chance.

Davis looked at her face taking note of the various expressions —no judgment in her gaze, only concern, sincerity and heartache.

She understood how deeply he struggled with his vulnerability, how much he hated being exposed, how much of a shadow his condition had left on him.

Davis felt complicated about what to do or say. Aside from Ethan, who had passed through so much with him every other person had always looked at him with gaze filled with mockery.

Davis with complicated gaze looked at for a while and chuckled lightly in self mockery.

"Aren’t you ashamed of me?" he asked quietly, the question hanging in the air between them, his heart beating wildly in trepidation.

This question has haunted him for so long, and he had avoided asking for fear of the answer. He always feels and believe the reason of Vera’s betrayal stems from how shameful it will be to associate herself with a crippled.

But now, with the walls he had built around himself crumbling bit by bit, it slipped out before he could stop it. His heart raced as he awaited her response, unsure if he could bear the truth of what she might say.

series of emotions that flickered

he dreaded the very possibility of what it might be. He didn’t want his hope dashed and will prefer he lives without

he braced himself for the answer he dreaded. Her heart ached for him, but looking at his expectant face, something else stirred in her too—the urge to tease

up her lips, mischief glistening in her eyes. But then her gaze fell lightly on his lips, a fleeting thought crossing her mind. "Wouldn’t a kiss provide the right answer", she mused.

her expression with the smile tugging at her

shifted her focus on his lips as series of naughty thoughts rushed through her mind. His eyes locked onto hers, as though caught in a trance,

silent command had been issued, his body in obedience leaned in and captured her lips in a tender yet consuming kiss. Though hesitantly at first, but as she responded with the same fervor

her. She twitched slightly beneath his touch as the heat from his hand seeped

world outside, the worries, the tension, the pain, the nervousness—they all melted away in the simplicity

Davis’s hand slid under the fabric of her clothing, sending electrifying

lightly breaking the kiss, her breath hitched, and instinctively, she held his hand, her touch both hesitant and

am sorry, I...I overstepped," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, as she tried to pull away from his

in place, his grip gentle but unyielding. Her face turned beet red, warmth flooding her cheeks as she blamed herself for the

the weight of his touch and his presence—it had always been challenging for

smiled at her embarrassed face, it is not always that he has the opportunity of seeing her lose her composure. He felt the burden of the

him hard "Do you think it’s funny?" She queried. Her temper

don’t be offended. We

rang, cutting through the room. She

stepping outside to take the call, but on a second thought she decided otherwise because her body still felt the emotions

sighed deeply, and slowly, she pulled out her phone, and as soon as she saw the caller’s name, her