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.

the possible worst-case scenarios. She said she was tired. How much blood had she lost? Was she conscious? Is her body intact? How serious is her

go alone at most she will glare at

itself in his mind "He must

he confirmed she was safe—then

another Part of the

in concern as he felt the slight tremble in

focused gaze was dulled with exhaustion, her breathing uneven. Small cuts and bruises littered

okay?" Richard

though it lacked its usual arrogance. "I look fine, don’t I?"

glancing down at the deep gash

do the magic, you shouldn’t fret over it," she murmured dismissively, resting her head against the

wheel. He had seen her fight before—seen

something about the way she slumped in the seat, her body finally giving in after holding on for so long,

Jessica was already fighting against six opponents. By the time Richard and the others had

lethal—swift and precise but each comes with a dire price—severe loss of strength. It is clear, she used this movements to end this quick and clean but exhaustion from

hits before

stay standing before Richard reached

in the car, he watched as she exhaled slowly, her body betraying

the base," he said, glancing at her from the

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

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

group escorting Davis arrived at the

well mowed, several villas built in a unique formation that adds beauty and grandeur to the

What is she involved in? Rippled through their

wheel, his palms damp with sweat as

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

villas stood tall in a calculated

a heiress but the Brown family aren’t in the upper echelon and even

lawn stretched endlessly, giving off an eerie sense

breath hitched. He had seen security before, but this