Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 78: Cared for....

After all the events in the mall, Davis felt like a boulder had been lifted off his shoulder.

At first, it had been incredibly difficult for him to adjust to the circumstances, but over time, he found himself managing the situation in ways he never expected.

He glanced at Jessica, her head resting gently on the car’s headrest, her eyes closed in peaceful sleep, A wave of emotions welled up in his heart as he watched her.

He was grateful she had come along, grateful for her feisty spirit, and most of all, grateful that she didn’t judge him.

"She must be tired", he mused. Dealing with several psychopaths for his sake is not easy —Risa, the manager and the attendant.It’s quite challenging and he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of admiration for her strength.

Worried she might not be comfortable, he slowly titled her to rest on his chest, his arms holding her shoulders.

As though on cue, Jessica adjusted herself to a comfortable position.

Davis held his breath as Jessica instinctively nestled closer against him, her warm breath fanning lightly against his chest.

Her familiar scent wafting into his nostrils, a peaceful calm settling on them. His arm tightened slightly around her, a sense of protectiveness washing over him.

Her face, usually so sharp and full of fire, was relaxed in slumber. Davis sighed silently, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. She’s done so much for me... without hesitation, without expecting anything in return. This gesture made him feel a deep warmth in his chest and he made a silent promise to himself.

For the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like a burden. He didn’t feel ashamed. He felt safe.

Seeing Jessica sleeping deeply, Davis spoke in a low but firm voice.

"Slow down a bit, and adjust the air conditioner," he instructed Ethan.

not escape his notice. Even he felt grateful for her interference in his life that had brougnt positive changes in his life in the past few

pressed closer to him, a faint sigh escaping her lips,

down and gently adjusted the jacket draped

stop at the Allen mansion. Davis instinctively frowned. He would have preferred they return to their private apartment—far from the chaos

with his wife unlike in the past when he spent his time with his grandfather, hoping on

retrieve something she had left behind. When he tried to convince her, she had pleaded to just give her the opportunity

for them. Pamela stretched lazily, rolling

sharply. He had no interest in dealing with his so-called family tonight and will prefer to

friend within the Allen family, but Jessica was different. With her, she felt a sense of belonging—a feeling she had long

shopping bags and alighted from the car, Davis hesitated. His gaze lingered on

out and

"Jessica," he called softly.

watched as confusion flickered across her face before she straightened, realizing they had arrived, he felt

a thought crossed his mind, one that sent a wave of

have woken her up.

eyes and turned to him.

the emotions and frustration he felt

stretched slightly before stepping out, her

much about it," Jessica said softly,

have known much about Davis but she has always been

forward so he can be able to sit