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

slightly in her sleep and unconsciously pressed closer to him, a faint sigh

jacket draped over her,

car rolled to a smooth stop at the Allen mansion. Davis instinctively frowned. He would have preferred they return to their private apartment—far from the chaos and tension of

solitude life with his wife unlike in the

behind. When he tried to convince her, she had pleaded to just give her

for them. Pamela stretched lazily, rolling her shoulders. "Finally back after a hectic day," she muttered

dealing with his so-called family

in her life had she expected to find a friend within the Allen family, but Jessica was different. With her, she felt a sense of belonging—a feeling

from the car, Davis hesitated. His gaze lingered on Jessica, who

reached out and

"Jessica," he called softly.

lashes fluttered briefly before she opened her eyes. Davis 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 frustration washing

have woken her up.

rubbed her eyes and turned to him.

frustration he felt in

out, her hand instinctively reaching for

about it," Jessica said softly, her voice

not have known much about Davis but she has always been able to identify

wheelchair forward so he can be able to sit