Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 96: You have to wake up...

Davis allowed the men to push his wheelchair through several hallways, his focus on Jessica. He didn’t care about the number of turns they took or how long the journey seemed. All that mattered was reaching her.

It didn’t matter if his own life was at risk—because if she was lost to him, he wasn’t sure he could survive.

His fists remained clenched, his jaw tight, and his eyes dark with worry. The weight of the unknown gnawed at him, making every second feel like an eternity.

He didn’t want to imagine the possible scenario he might find her in. He didn’t want to wonder what her condition is like —seeing breathing is already enough.

Finally, they arrived at a closed door at the end of the hallway. The men accompanying him paused, knocked lightly, then pushed the door open, stepping aside for him to enter while they remained stationed at the entrance, standing guard.

Davis wheeled himself in and quickly scanned the room. Rows of medical equipment were meticulously arranged in order of usage, making the space resemble a top-tier ICU. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air.

He felt cold all over, he had woken up in such a sterile ward lonely and helpless, it was in such a ward that he found his world crumbling. His body began reacting, his episode kicking in but no—

Jessica! Jessica!! He chanted in his heart. He can’t break down now. He don’t want her to feel lonely.

He closed his eyes momentarily, "Davis, calm down. Take a deep breath with me. You are not alone." the calm soothing voice of Jessica filtered through his subconscious.

By the time, he opened his eyes again, it had restored its focus and the haze pulled off. His gaze calm and more serene landed on Jessica.

both reassured and tormented Davis. Jessica lay there motionless, pale but serene, her arm connected to an IV

skin, her hands carefully placed on her

eyes, but he willed himself not to shed tears.

With meticulous attention he traced the delicate lines of her palm like a fortune

that had formed in his throat as it

bore witness to. His tears falling rapidly. His hand holding hers in a firm, unrelenting grasp—as if by doing so, she wouldn’t slip away from

never felt this

had risked everything for him. She had

have

bringing her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to

to wake up." His fingers tightened around

before stilling as if in response to his plea but that was all. Though subtle, the movement didn’t escape Davis’

closed his eyes. The exhaustion weighing on his body was nothing compared to the turmoil in his heart. Each passing hour without her waking felt like an eternity. At intervals, someone will come in and

as air some reverenced him taking note of his importance to

other hand, was led to another room—one so lavishly furnished it could rival a five-star presidential suite. The bedding, the furniture, the quiet luxury of the

had harbored any doubts about Jessica’s

she? He had wondered more than once throughout the

dawn, as the first light of morning filtered through the curtains, Jessica’s lashes fluttered. A moment of stillness followed, her

made her pause.