Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Missing 1

Richard glanced at the duo briefly, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. Fate had its own way of weaving people together.

Despite the years of been apart, they had unknownly married to each. "Without another word, he turned and gently clicked the door shut behind him.

He believes that after the discovery, they had a lot to talk about and staying back, he becomes a third wheel.

With Richard exiting the hall, silence settled between them. Davis stared at Jessica with an intensity that made her heartbeat falter for a moment.

He still couldn’t believe the extent to which she had gone to shield him, to protect him—even at the risk of her own life. Moved beyond words, he wheeled himself toward her, his fingers reaching for her hand with the utmost care, as though she might shatter under the slightest pressure.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice was thick with emotion, his gaze tender and searching.

Jessica glanced at their joined hands before meeting his eyes. "Not really," she replied softly. "The injuries aren’t much and will heal soon with proper medication. Besides, I’m still the one providing the treatment."

Davis swallowed hard, his throat tightening as he watched her. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his emotions an overwhelming force within him.

Jessica found herself staring at him too, her mind drifting back to the terrifying moment of the attack.

She had narrowly escaped death. She was well aware of her own strength, but it had been a long time since she’d been pushed to such limits.

The pursuit had been relentless, more intense than she had anticipated. But what had unsettled her the most was that she hadn’t cared about the risk—her only concern had been Davis.

something she never did. But

to find herself trapped in the

memorizing every detail of

yet undeniably beautiful. His breath hitched slightly, and as the weight of everything he had just uncovered crashed down on him,

to dwell on the moment, Jessica stood up smoothly, walking behind his wheelchair. Without a word, she began pushing him toward his

she stopped in front of a grand, magnificent door and pulled

door swung open, a flood of warm golden light spilled

the little details—the furnishings, the elegant and simple décor, with the subtle personal touches

reached back and lightly

of the room when, in one swift motion,

face, and he

of his touch, the

body responded with same fervor as his despite the rational voice in

world outside fading away until there was

hers, his breath warm against her skin.

talk about this

slightly to look at

she asked, arching a brow,

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