Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 94: You can’t sleep..

"Stay safe." Jessica’s voice continuously echoed in his head.

Davis’ fists clenched, his nails digging into his palms, his patience slipping faster than the seconds. His usually composed self was nowhere to be found, he was frustrated beyond recourse.

His gaze boring into Ethan, whose hand gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

"Ethan, what the hell do you think you’re doing?" Davis’ voice was low but menacing. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for her out there alone?"

Ethan swallowed hard but didn’t slow down. "Sir, I understood very well but she had a clear instructions she ordered me to—"

"To hell with her orders!" Davis snapped, slamming his fist on the door. "If anything happens to her, Ethan—" His voice, fear evident.

He felt his whole body drowning in regret and self blame.

"If I hadn’t wasted time drowning in despair... If I had just focused on recovering earlier...may be things would have been different," he mused gritting his teeth.

The thought of being unable to protect the one person who had stood by him, who had fought for him, was totally suffocating.

Last night, he had made the decision to revive all the units functioning under him immediately they returned to their own place but fate had another agenda.

Just a few hours, and they are under a well plotted attack. It seems that if Jessica had been in his life may be this time—he will lose his life for sure.

Then her voice came through the earpiece, faint and breathless.

"Davis, you won’t have Ethan’s head," she said, amusement laced in her words despite the situation. "Just be obedient. In an hour, you’ll see me."

Her voice wavered slightly. The background noise wasn’t lost on Davis—muffled voices, shuffling movements, a sharp intake of breath.

His chest tightened at the unimaginable. "Jessica," He screamed with suppressed groan, his voice hoarse. "Are you hurt?"

Silence.

hitched, his heart finding its way to the pit of

a weak

grip on the earpiece tightening. He had

respected him, feared him. Now, here he was, stuck in the backseat of a

hands trembled as his thoughts spiraled out

time since his accident, Davis did something he

He prayed.

—But for her, for her safe return,

and teasing. "See

amount of threat. It was as though the perpretrator is

his eyes darting to the side mirrors. The convoy of cars flanking them in perfect formation was

their expressions cold, their

weren’t ordinary bodyguards—they were shadow operatives, to crown it all they were

past "How

through the rearview mirror. His boss was rigid,

fingers curled into a fist on his lap told Ethan

knew Davis was only seated in this car because he had locked the door immediately Jessica stepped

breath, forcing himself to focus on the road. He wasn’t deaf to the urgency in Davis’

but he knew something was wrong.

to him, he would have stayed and

of running away from any challenge or

lips pressed into a firm line as he muttered under his breath, "Thank God it wasn’t

she would have crumbled at the first sign of danger, screaming and making everything

orchestrated everything in minutes. The safe route, the backup,

just capable.