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.

Davis. Jessica lay there motionless, pale but serene, her arm connected

placed on her stomach with a blanket covering the

eyes, but he willed himself not to shed

traced the delicate lines of her palm like a fortune teller, his gaze on her face as if

lump that had formed in his throat as it tightened. He wanted

walls bore witness to. His tears falling rapidly. His hand

had never felt

had crashed into his life like a storm, had risked everything for him. She had

should have been

kiss to her bruised

you have to wake up." His fingers tightened around hers. "I won’t

that was all. Though subtle, the movement didn’t escape Davis’ notice. His grip on her hand tightened slightly, a silent plea for her to

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. Each passing hour without her waking felt like an eternity. At intervals, someone will come in and

some treated Davis as air some reverenced

it could rival a five-star presidential

harbored any doubts about Jessica’s connections

more than once throughout the night? And where

through the curtains, Jessica’s lashes fluttered. A moment of stillness followed, her mind slowly piecing together where she was. The base, she

to sit up, but the weight of something warm and firm against her hand made her pause. Turning her head,