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 across his face— fear,

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

but looking at his expectant face, something else stirred in her too—the urge

his lips, a fleeting thought crossing her mind. "Wouldn’t a kiss provide the right answer", she mused. It had always

with the smile tugging at her lips, a thought

of naughty thoughts rushed through her mind. His eyes locked onto hers, as though caught in a trance, Davis’s gaze followed hers, his focus shifting

tender yet consuming kiss. Though hesitantly at first, but as she responded with the same fervor he let go of any hesistance

pulled her closer to himself. The other slid gently up her side, caressing her. She twitched slightly beneath his touch as the heat

tension, the pain, the nervousness—they all melted away in the simplicity of the moment. The kiss deepened,

under the fabric of her clothing, sending electrifying waves across

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

muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, as she tried to pull away from

her in place, his grip gentle but unyielding. Her face turned

the weight of his touch

smiled at her embarrassed face, it is not always that he has the opportunity of seeing

like slapping him hard "Do you

We are

through the room. She swallowed the word that

she decided otherwise because her body still felt the emotions of the few

sighed deeply, and slowly, she pulled out her phone, and as soon as she saw the caller’s name, her mood shifted. Her shoulders tensed,