Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 72: Did I hurt you?

Jessica and Davis looked at her inquisitively then glanced at themselves in confusion.

"How?" They asked in unison.

"You are here laughing and chatting while Aaron and Vera are fighting themselves to death." Pamela smirked. She witnessed that scene with all seriousness but recalling it makes her laugh uncontrollably.

"Fighting?"

Jessica’s brows lifted slightly, while Davis’s expression darkened, it is a rule in the Allen. Family not to lift a hand against one’s wife. It seems Aaron and Desmond have made it a duty to crash every rule.

Pamela sighed dramatically, stepping further into the room. "Yes, fighting. Well, more like Aaron finally realizing that his wife is a walking disaster. He slapped her."

Jessica smirked, folding her arms. "Slapped her? Why?." She turned to Davis and focused her stare on him, her eyes narrowed. Dave felt the stare, looked at her composure and gulped. "Why staring at me?" He questioned.

"Am thinking, Davis will you also slap me in the nearest future just like Aaron?" Because...it seems ...like the Allen family men a..re.." Jessica started to say contemplatively.

"You don’t count me along with men like Aaron and besides I don’t beat women", he retorted, his tone cold.

"How can he be counted with a man like Aaron? Isn’t that soiling his name and dignity. He had never lived like him, why will he have to beat a woman?" He mused within himself.

"And what about...." Jessica started. "That’s their problem, not mine." Davis retorted his composure indifferent as adjusted his collar.

Pamela chuckled. "That’s what makes it unfair. Both of are here enjoying your peace over every word while Aaron is outside dealing with the consequences of his own choices. It’s almost like karma is slapping him too."

everyone gets what they deserve eventually

And speaking of getting what we deserve—shopping! Are you both

then turned to Davis. "Well, Mr. Allen,

with reluctance "Do I even

with

rolled her eyes playfully. "Can we

drive." Jessica instructed. This is the first time of Davis facing the public again

the Allen family but she must not be the problem and should she be, she believes she can handle her alone and

left the room. Jessica turned around, gathered their phones on the nightstand, backing Davis she typed out a few instructions to Richard to prepare

have your head." He said playfully. Not bothered about what she

none." She muttered and shut the

room. "Grandpa," Jessica greeted. Davis remained silent, his face cloudy. He might be

you going out?" Elder Allen asked, his brow

just take a little breather outside. We will be right back." Jessica answered, her

you take care of yourselves."

understand, grandpa. We will soon be back." She replied softly and proceeded to push Davis through the ramp meant for the wheelchair and Davis controlled the

Allen sighed, his lips curled up unconsciously. "Don’t you think Desmond has met his match"

worried about Davis which is also part of the reason for his deteriorating health but

sat in the passenger seat, Ethan on the wheel while Jessica and Davis are in the back seat. Davis clasped Jessica’s soft hand as his gaze remained fixed on the cityscape beyond the car

bustling streets—it all felt so distant now, like a life he had once lived but no longer belonged to. A bitter smile tugged at

year since he had stepped foot inside the Allen Corporation’s shopping mall