Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 95: Arrival

Though it was faint, he noted her murmur to his request yet it didn’t pacify his anxiousness.

Davis’ grip on the armrest tightened until his knuckles turned white. His breathing turned shallow as Jessica’s words echoed in his mind.

"I’m so tired... I need my beauty sleep."

Her voice had been playful, almost teasing, but Davis wasn’t fooled.

He could hear it the tremor in her voice. "She wants to sleep, she is tired" he kept on murmuring to himself as if analyzing the meaning of the statements.

There is a tinge of exhaustion laced beneath her words, the way her breath came too fast, and uneven could only mean—She’s hurt.

And the confirmation came when the male voice cut in.

"We are taking her to the base. The shadow guards with you will escort you safely to the base, so don’t panic. She’s just tired."

Just tired? Davis clenched his teeth. That was a lie. They wouldn’t have cut the call so quickly if she was only tired. They didn’t want him to worry, but have only succeeded in making his anxiety worse.

Ethan stole a glance at him and felt an unfamiliar wave of fear. He had seen Davis angry before—cold, calculating, and ruthless. But this... this time is more scarier.

Davis’ expression was eerily calm, but his eyes burned with a dangerous light, dark and unreadable. His fingers, which had been gripping his thighs, suddenly released, and he exhaled a long, shaky breath.

"Ethan."

"Is there anyway you can fasten this ride", he asked. He didn’t want this unnecessary delay. He can only see her to have relief.

Ethan’s heart pounded at his question. . "Sir, it is not possible because we don’t know the place and this security men are following strict orders from madam" he responded

He didn’t want to imagine them going after him if he should move with Davis at a high speed than this. The might even count him as opponent and seek his head.

Davis sighed, his smile fading as he listened to Ethan. With no option left, he gazed out the window with no interest in appreciating the fading scenery.

restlessly against his leg. His mind was racing with thoughts of all the possible worst-case scenarios. She said she was tired. How much blood had she lost? Was she conscious? Is her

alone at most she will glare at them or punch him or give him the

thought cemented itself in his

confirmed

another Part of

brows furrowed in concern as he felt the slight tremble in

uneven. Small cuts and bruises littered her arms, the fabric of her clothes torn in places, stained with

are you okay?" Richard asked, his

gave him a lopsided smirk, though it lacked its usual arrogance. "I look

the deep

over it," she murmured dismissively, resting

her fight before—seen her walk

slumped in the seat, her body finally giving in after holding on for so long,

By the time Richard and the others had stepped in, four were already down, groaning on

dire price—severe loss of strength. It is clear, she used this movements to end this quick and clean

hits before she took them

had barely managed to stay standing before Richard

he watched as she exhaled slowly, her

he said, glancing at her

out a tired hum of agreement, her eyes fluttering shut. She can only return, the journey to their villa is over, her joining the Allen

there but since they don’t want her as a staff, they should be prepared to met

for two hours, the group escorting Davis arrived at

land covering about three hectares lay bare, it’s lawn well mowed, several villas built in a unique

she

his grip on the steering wheel, his palms damp

wasn’t just some safe house—this was an entire

frozen in the backseat, his sharp eyes scanning the landscape. The villas stood tall in a

the Brown family aren’t in the upper echelon

off an eerie sense of serenity

groaned open, revealing an inner perimeter, Ethan’s breath hitched. He had seen security before, but this was on a whole different