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’

because they spent all their time in one closed

his hand moved to the cheek were she had kissed him lightly, the warmth

was a rare moment of solitude, yet instead of relief, he felt a faint restlessness creeping in. He didn’t want to

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

pawn or spy in the family’s schemes but it is

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

missed her and had become dependent on

deeply immersed in his thought reveling the happiness and warmth, Vera slowly walked up to

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 emotion that is threatening to spill forth. "Vera", her name rolled out

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

He asked with

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

a dry chuckle, his gaze cold and unyielding. "Should I be?" His tone was sharp, carrying the weight of betrayal that still lingered

time. "You’ve changed," she mused. "The old Davis wouldn’t have spoken to

grip tightening on the wheelchair

silence stretched between them, thick with

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

her conversation. "I can see you are too informed for me to inform you

deep breath, composing herself. "Davis, you have to understand... this wasn’t entirely my choice. I never planned

and detached. "And yet, they did." His fingers drummed against the wheelchair armrest. "You made your choice, Vera. You don’t get to stand here and ask

fists. "I had my own challenges, my

finality. "I understand, Vera. That’s why I chose to let you

tense silence stretched