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.

of emotions that flickered across

an answer, a confirmation of his hope but he dreaded the very possibility of what it might be. He didn’t want

but

a fleeting thought crossing her mind. "Wouldn’t a kiss provide the right answer", she mused.

change in her expression with the smile tugging at her lips, a thought flashed through

through her mind. His eyes locked onto hers, as though caught in a trance, Davis’s gaze

lips in a tender yet consuming kiss. Though hesitantly at first, but as she responded with the

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

moment, everything else faded. The world outside, the worries, the tension, the pain, the nervousness—they all melted away in the simplicity of the moment. The kiss deepened, soft but full of

her

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

muttered, her voice barely above

in place, his grip gentle but unyielding. Her face turned beet red, warmth flooding her cheeks as

such close proximity to him, feeling the weight of his touch

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

his smirk, Jessica felt like slapping him hard "Do

be offended. We

she wanted to retort, her phone rang, cutting through the room. She swallowed the word that is

thought she decided otherwise because

and as soon as she saw the