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.

closer to herself may be that way the heat against her skin will be relieved but—She only found herself falling deeper and deeper

to any touch though she didn’t have any emotional involvement with the opposite sex aside having her sworn brothers

slow, lingering kisses that ignited a fire deep within her. Every inch of her skin burned under his touch. Jessica couldn’t believe

her body responding to him in ways she never anticipated.

the unmistakable dampness between her thighs.

breath coming in shallow gasps. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, and her

back to the bed. Sitting down, she struggled to regain her

holding a piece of cut fruit to

the fruit, her teeth sinking into its sweet flesh. Before she could fully process the moment,

the door, their voices ringing out in

doorknob turned, and the door swung open. A handsome young man stepped inside,

of Jessica’s men, but this one

Allen was not just protective; he was possessive. He might not have openly admitted it, but when it

down," Jessica said casually, motioning toward the

days, he had been in the city, closely monitoring the movements

wordlessly lifted another piece of fruit to her lips. Without

did it go?" she finally asked, shifting

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

snapped her head toward

Visiting the

now her disappearance, made him realize the weight of his actions?

then, Terry’s next words hit her like a bucket

his tone edged with irony, "he asked them to compensate him by helping

her. Even after everything, a part of her still clung to the foolish hope that

But no.

nothing to do with concern. It wasn’t about her at all. It

her. He had come to know the Brown family as shameless, it seems they

but it seems ridiculous how a

I keep expecting them to be different? Why do I still long