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.

was racing with thoughts of all the possible worst-case scenarios. She said

He should have never let her go alone at most

his mind "He must

saw her, the moment he confirmed

another Part of

Jessica carefully into the car, his brows furrowed in concern

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

Richard

arrogance. "I look fine, don’t I?" she quipped, but

sighed, glancing down at the deep gash on her forearm. "You

shouldn’t fret over it,"

on the steering wheel. He had seen her fight before—seen her walk out of worse situations without batting an

way she slumped in the seat, her body finally giving in after holding on

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

lethal—swift and precise but each comes with a dire price—severe loss of strength. It is clear, she

few hits before she took them down, but

barely managed to stay standing before Richard

the car, he watched as she exhaled

he said, glancing at her from the corner of his

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

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

hours, the group escorting Davis arrived at the

three hectares lay bare, it’s lawn well mowed, several villas built in a unique formation that adds

she involved in? Rippled

wheel, his palms damp with sweat as the reality of their destination sank

wasn’t just some safe house—this was an entire compound, meticulously designed

villas stood tall in

but the Brown family aren’t in the upper echelon

lawn stretched endlessly, giving off an eerie sense of serenity despite the underlying tension in

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