Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 62: Am I too harsh?

"Do you need a reason, Richard?" Her voice was smooth, but there’s a dangerous edge to it.

Richard gulped. He didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire of whatever storm was brewing, but he needed to know what he is to work on. "Not at all, Your Majesty. I just need to know how deep to dig... and how hard to strike.

Jessica’s finger traced the sink slowly as though in contemplation of the possible best answer while smiling at his careful phrasing.

"Make it loud, make it messy, but most of all—make sure they will have a good time and feel what it means to be at one’s low moments." She instructed.

"Also, I will send you an evidence of Clara’s scandal, it should be aired too, find out out the current project Risa is working on though it was paused but it is time to disengage her."

Richard felt another shiver down his spine. "Understood," he murmured.

"Am I too harsh?" She smirked. Richard gulped he can’t possibly give an answer to this question of her.

"It depends on their offence." He said slowly. Jessica nodded "Okay". And ended the call.

Jessica smirked coldly, her fingers tapping lightly against the sink as she whispered to herself, "George, George, George... I was thinking of giving you some time to enjoy yourself for the sake of my mother. But unfortunately, you didn’t cherish it and decided to provoke me. Well, good luck."

George had forced her hand. She had ignored them. But he has chosen to provoke her. A slow smirk played on her lips as she imagined the event of the next day.

Slowly, Jessica slipped out of her dress and stepped into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping her, she leaned back, her head resting lightly against the edge of the tub as she submerged her body into the tub.

The quietness, the stillness easing her tensed body, her eyes felt heavy that it became difficult to keep them open.

She decided to rest for awhile keeping her heavy eyes closed hoping to open them when the water is getting cold but—the warm water felt like a lullaby and she forgot the passage of time or when the water is getting cold.

his wheelchair waiting for her. "She is taking longer than supposed."

again, his brows furrowing.he. "This is no longer funny" he muttered. Unease crept into his chest as he wheeled himself toward the bathroom door. Raising a hand, he knocked lightly. "Jessica? Jessica, are

Silence.

the armrest of his wheelchair. He knocked again, a little harder this

Still no response.

"Jessica, answer me!"

at his leg, how he wished he could walk. So many thoughts began building in his mind should something go wrong how will he be able to

with panic surging through him, summoning all his strength, he reached for the door handle, his hands trembled slightly

the noise on the door. Slowly she opened her eyes looking around the bathroom wondering where she is but then it

out of his chest at the scenario of her slipping his breath

hesitation, he stood up from the wheelchair instinctively

Then—

saw Davis push himself out of his wheelchair. He moved! But instead of relief, sheer panic overtook her as she watched

in faster than her thoughts, she lurched forward in the tub she has fallen back to. Her

impact with the bathtub

her, soaking the floor, her breathing was ragged, her pulse pounding. Davis hissed lightly as the cold

his head held by her hand. Davis froze and stared at her in shock. His chest heaved as realization dawned on him—he

he

bruises with a mix of guilt and concern. His brows furrowed, frustration

muttered, still catching her breath. "Why did

I did it instinctively when

tone softer now. Despite the

Her breath hitched, and she immediately averted