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.

a rhythmic sound that both reassured and tormented Davis. Jessica lay there motionless, pale but serene, her arm connected to an IV drip, her breathing steady

along her arms glaring on her fair skin, her hands carefully placed on her stomach with a

felt a sharp sting behind his eyes, but he willed himself not to

closer to the bed, his fingers trembled as he reached for hers. With meticulous attention he traced the delicate lines of her palm like a fortune teller, his gaze on her face as if he wants

had formed in his throat as it tightened. He wanted to say something but

of anguish that only the walls bore witness to. His tears falling rapidly. His hand holding hers in a firm, unrelenting grasp—as if by

never felt this powerless.

a storm, had risked everything for him. She had fought for him,

should have been

a kiss to her bruised knuckles. His voice, though choked, was filled with quiet

you have to wake up." His fingers tightened around hers. "I won’t let you fight alone anymore,

subtle, the movement didn’t escape Davis’ notice. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, a silent plea

on, endless and heavy with worry. Davis never once closed his eyes. The exhaustion weighing on his body was nothing compared to the turmoil in his heart.

air some reverenced him

rival a five-star

Jessica’s connections before, they had now

is she? He had wondered more than once throughout the night? And where

Jessica’s lashes fluttered. A moment of stillness followed, her mind slowly piecing together where she

stirred slightly, intending to sit up, but the weight of something warm and firm against her hand made her pause. Turning her head, she found Davis beside her, his hand still