Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 81: Baby.. I can explain

Elder Allen, feeling the soothing effect of Jessica’s massage, let out a deep sigh. His tense muscles gradually relaxed, and his eyelids grew heavier.

"Grandpa, we might be leaving very early in the morning," Jessica said softly, her tone gentle yet firm.

Elder Allen hummed in response, his voice laced with drowsiness. "That’s fine, my child. Just be careful."

"Grand pa. I will also take the document in your hand." She smirked, a faint smile on her lips.

The Old man smiled "I have secured it for a while and I am sure it is wise for you to pay for the security services rendered." He smiled lightly.

Jessica chuckled softly, shaking her head at Elder Allen’s playful remark. "Grandpa, are you asking me to pay for keeping what is already mine?" she teased.

Elder Allen let out a low laugh. "Nothing is truly free, my dear. Even family must know the value of what they hold."

Jessica’s eyes flickered with amusement. "Fair enough. How about I settle the bill with a promise—you let me handle things my way, and I’ll make sure the Allen family doesn’t regret it?"

The old man studied her for a moment before nodding approvingly. "That sounds like a fair deal." He handed over the document.

Jessica took it carefully, her fingers tightening slightly around the folder.

They both chatted about several other situations and the possible solution.

~Sitting room~

Davis sat in silence, his fingers idly tracing the armrest of his wheelchair. It felt strangely unfamiliar—to be alone, even for a short while.

Ever since Jessica entered his life, they had gradually grown to the point of being together at all time that it felt more natural and never in any’

episode because they spent all their time in one closed space

cheek were she had kissed him lightly, the warmth and scent lingering in the air that a faint smile

of solitude, yet instead of relief, he felt a faint restlessness creeping in. He didn’t want to imagine if he will be

back to the various incidents where she had to protect him and the manner with which she handles issues —simple, concise, confident and with a clear objective of goal but

her a mere pawn or spy in the family’s schemes but it is ridiculous and laughable that the people that felt her to be their

sure when it had started, this growing attachment, this unfamiliar warmth whenever she was near. But now, sitting

and had

was deeply immersed in his thought reveling the happiness and warmth, Vera slowly walked up to him, "Davis, is been a

breathe hitched at the sound of that voice, it’s an all too familiar voice, the voice he heard in

his eyes momentarily and by the time he opened it again, he had managed to suppress whatever

this lifetime he will come to the point where he wouldn’t want to call this name that had once been his heaven out

He

curled into a faint smile as she took slow, deliberate steps toward him. "Davis, you don’t sound happy

his gaze cold and unyielding. "Should I be?" His tone

sighed, tilting her head as if observing him for the first time. "You’ve changed," she mused. "The old

his grip tightening on

between them, thick with unspoken words and

but she masked the flicker of emotion with another smile. "I

through his nose, uninterested in entertaining her conversation. "I can see you are

deep breath, composing herself. "Davis, you have to understand... this wasn’t entirely

did." His fingers drummed against the wheelchair armrest. "You made your choice,

her fists. "I had my

I had mine," he cut in sharply, his voice carrying an air of finality. "I understand, Vera. That’s why I chose to let you go. And I hope you can do the

tense silence