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’

one funny episode because they spent all their time in one closed space of his bedroom and now has to wait in silence for

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

the room felt emptier than usual. It was a rare moment of solitude, yet instead of relief, he felt a faint restlessness creeping in. He didn’t want to imagine if he will be able live again

to protect him and the manner with which she handles issues —simple, concise, confident and with a clear objective of goal but it is more amusing to see her take on

a mere pawn or spy in the family’s schemes but it is ridiculous and laughable that the people

started, this growing attachment, this unfamiliar warmth whenever she was

and had become

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

all too familiar voice, the voice he heard in the

the time he opened it again, he had managed to suppress whatever emotion that is threatening to spill forth. "Vera", her name rolled out of his tongue tinged

that in this lifetime he will come to the point where he wouldn’t want to call this name that had once

is the problem?" He

curled into a faint smile as she took slow, deliberate steps toward him. "Davis, you don’t sound happy to see me," she said softly, her voice

cold and unyielding. "Should I be?" His tone was sharp, carrying the weight of betrayal that still

as if observing him for the first time. "You’ve changed," she mused.

he countered, his grip tightening on the wheelchair

between them,

side, but she masked the flicker of emotion with another smile. "I heard about what happened at the mall," she said, changing the subject. "I hope you

in entertaining her conversation. "I can see you are too informed for me to inform you again." He

with frustration at Davis’s unwavering indifference. She took a deep breath, composing herself. "Davis, you have to understand... this wasn’t

gaze cold and detached. "And yet, they did." His fingers drummed against the wheelchair armrest. "You made your choice, Vera.

"I had my own challenges, my own

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