Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 111: Missing 2

~ Jessica’s mansion~

It had been more than 72 hours since they vanished from the scene of the attack, and just as Jessica had predicted, Desmond had declared them missing.

He had done that without even sending out the Allen’s family security service and search team which Davis has always equipped and financed for any eventualities.

Davis sat in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the television screen, which hadn’t stopped speculating about his time in the Allen family, his tragic accident, and now—his mysterious disappearance following another attack. The media was relentless, feeding the public with endless theories and imagination.

Jessica entered the bedroom carrying a tray of freshly cut fruits. Davis immediately beckoned her closer. She walked toward him, and without a word, he took the plate from her hands, setting it on the bedside table before effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.

Jessica raised a questioning brow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "What do you think you’re doing?" she asked, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

These past few days had been an eye-opener for her. If there was one thing she had learned, it was that Davis Allen was incredibly clingy.

One second she stepped away, and the next, he was looking for her. It was as though he will prefer to wear her around his neck.

"Davis Allen, if my memory serves me right, you didn’t even want this marriage. So why are you acting so clingy now?" she teased, her tone light yet curious.

Davis chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist which he come to become familiar and attracted to. "That? Oh, it was just a slip of the tongue, you know," he said, flashing a teasing grin before capturing her lips in a slow, consuming kiss.

Jessica’s body stiffened at first, but then she melted into the kiss, responding with the same fervor. His lips moved against hers with a deliberate gentleness, yet there was an unmistakable hunger in the way he held her.

His hands slowly traced up her back, sending electrifying waves of warmth coursing through her body. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Davis’s right hand slid over her waist, upward until his fingers brushed against the soft curve of her breast. He caressed her teasingly, his touch light yet and seductive making her shiver under his hand.

Jessica gasped, her breathe hitched as her heart drummed wildly in her chest. She tried to pull away, but Davis held her firmly in place.

"Stop—Davis," she protested weakly, though even she could hear how unconvincing she sounded.

He ignored her request. His hand continued its slow exploration, his fingers skillfully finding every sensitive spot that made her tremble.

and surrender, but her body had already made its choice, drawing him closer to herself may be

always trusted her body not to respond to any touch though she didn’t have any emotional involvement with the opposite sex aside having her sworn brothers , but it seemed Davis Allen had made it his mission to dismantle

neck, planting slow, lingering kisses that ignited a fire deep within her. Every inch

to him in ways she never anticipated. A sudden wave of heat coursed through her, pooling

dampness between her

embrace and stumbled to her feet. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming in

trembling hands as she walked back to the bed. Sitting down,

thoughts, Davis reached over, holding a piece of cut fruit to her lips. His eyes glinting with gentleness had traces of amusement

its sweet flesh. Before she could fully process the moment,

toward the door, their voices ringing out

door swung open. A handsome young man

days, he had come to recognize most of Jessica’s men, but this one

just protective; he was possessive. He might not have

said

the past few days, he had been in the city, closely monitoring the movements within the Brown

of fruit to her lips. Without hesitation,

she finally asked, shifting

his throat lightly before beginning. "Your father visited the Allen family to ask

as she snapped her head toward him.

Brown? Visiting

fleeting moment, she wondered—had he finally grown a conscience? Had her accident, and now her disappearance, made him realize the weight of his actions? Was it possible that he

hit her like

continued, his tone edged with irony, "he asked them to compensate him by helping the Brown family through the

laugh bubbled up Jessica’s throat. How naïve of her. Even after everything, a part of her still clung to the foolish hope that George Brown could change. That maybe, just maybe, he would care for her as

But no.

concern. It wasn’t about her at all. It was about money. About using her

to know the Brown family as

how a father is more interested in profits

herself, berating the sliver of hope she had held onto. Why do I keep expecting them to be different? Why do I