Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 97: Friends from the past

"Davis, I’m okay. You don’t have to blame yourself." Her voice was steady, reassuring. Davis inhaled deeply, his expression dense. "You shouldn’t have done that alone."

Jessica’s smile softened. "I wasn’t alone. I had you with me, even if not physically. Aren’t we chatting through the ear piece?"

His throat tightened at the question, he sighed. He can never win against her.

With meticulous care he quickly poured her a glass of water which she took a quick sip from moisturing her parched throat.

While they chatted about the incident, a knock came at the door, breaking the moment. Davis didn’t let go of her hand, and Jessica didn’t pull hers away either.

Their fingers remained intertwined, the warmth between them speaking louder than any words at that moment.

Richard entered the room, and a knowing smile plastered his lips as he took in the sight of Jessica and Davis intertwined hands.

Jessica coughed lightly, shifting in slight embarrassment, but she knew there was no avoiding this.

Richard had always been the one managing things in her absence especially since she got married to Davis. He has been the one taking orders on her behalf after consultation while she will do her best to make them ready for delivery.

Also, her itinerary has been cleared off during this time with the reason she is on leave. After ensuring she was safely brought back last night, he had left to handle other pressing matters. And had returned few minutes ago.

"Richard, I think it’s time for you to officially meet my husband, though I planned you pay a visit but it’s unfortunate.. So I owe you one" Jessica announced, glancing between the two men.

Both Davis and Richard turned their full attention to her as she spoke, neither having yet taken a proper look at the other.

"Davis, I’ve been through a lot, and in that journey, I made some incredible friends—both male and female. Richard is one of them, my closest male best friend." She turned to Richard with a small smile. "And Richie, meet my husband, Davis Allen."

their hands for a handshake, their gazes finally met—and the air froze

exclaimed at

in bewilderment. Before she could even demand an explanation, something even more shocking happened—their hands clasped into each other with strength in their

couldn’t

supposed to be a

lightly, their reactions

she folded her arms while resting her back on the pillow for comfort. Giving them to reverie their meeting which is

this? Someone mind explaining to me, I don’t get it?"

his expression

dropped to Davis’ legs, and his face fell as he took in the sight of him in a wheelchair. A deep sharp breath escaped

his demeanor. "Richard?" She frowned. "What is

expression, eyes filled with something akin to disbelief. "Jessy, don’t you recognize

you mean? Off course, I know he’s

you are wrong." Richard shook his head. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Can you recall about fifteen years

settled in the room as the weight of his words sank in. Fifteen years ago, was a story none of them would want to

reeled, struggling to grasp

had faced at that time yet there is one person that had been lost since then. She glanced at Davis "Could it be

Jessica had

wondering if her memory is playing tricks on her. But as the day goes by, she began to relax

merge the blurry face of the teenager in her memory

unshed tears. She has missed him, looked for him and above all had been anxious

brightly, casting a serene glow over the world. While others reveled in the night’s eerie calmness, three children wandered through the darkness,

abandoned and unloved daughter of the Brown family diplomatically sent on an exile.

once belonged to her mother was seized. Then she was too young, too powerless to fight back, leaving her abandoned in a world