Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 124: More about yourself...

~At Jessica’s Mansion~

The evening sun cast a golden glow over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and golden. A gentle breeze whispered through the perfectly manicured lawn, carrying the faint fragrance of blooming flowers. The entire scene exuded a quiet elegance and serenity, which is in a stark contrast to the chaos and tension of their daily lives.

Davis sat in his electric wheelchair, moving it effortlessly with subtle control, while Jessica walked beside him. It was a rare moment of tranquility, away from the demands of the day, a moment of refreshing solitude —a rare moment of peace.

"This place is usually beautiful at sunset," Jessica mused aloud, her gaze sweeping over the landscape. "The gardeners make sure everything stays perfect."

Before now, she had spent most of the time here, doing her medical research as well as running her company from here and should there be any special case needing her assistance it will be arranged through the proper channel which is Richard.

Jessica took the opportunity to show Davis around, pointing out various parts of the mansion he had only briefly seen in the past few days.

Though he had been staying here out of necessity, this tour felt different—it gave him a proper introduction to the mansion. It felt strange that he had been here for days yet hadn’t truly seen its beauty.

As they walked through path , Davis reached out and took Jessica’s hand in his. His fingers traced hers gently, memorizing the shape, the warmth, the delicate softness —yet beneath that tenderness lay strength. The same strength that had carried her through everything life had thrown at her.

A thought struck him, sending a wave of emotion through his chest. His hand tightened slightly around Jessica’s, his jaw clenched slightly. "Married for a long time without a wedding ring." He mused inwardly.

She had endured so much, yet never once had she complained. No grand ceremony, no ring to symbolize their union, no acknowledgment from the world. She had taken it all in stride, silently bearing it all.

Jessica, unaware of the storm in his mind, continued talking, pointing out different features of the estate. Her voice was light, cheerful—like she was trying to make the most of this moment.

of vibrant flowers caught her attention, and she let go of his hand to step forward, inhaling their fragrance

in the golden sunset, surrounded by nature, made Davis exhale quietly. She looked at

interrupted by the

garden, his gaze shifting

evening?" Richard asked, his voice

beautiful out here. Davis hadn’t really explored the garden before, so I

Davis met his gaze before looking back

did it go?" she

earlier, they had retreated to their bedroom for Davis’s therapy session. Now, she needed to hear the full outcome of

along with a detailed financial report and audited accounts. If he fails to do so, he’ll

reaction. His expression was cold, unreadable with a slow, knowing smile that

why should Desmond have

were supposed to be family turned their backs on him. He

knew one thing for sure—he was done being passive.

fingers tightening slightly. "I think that’s letting him off too easily," he murmured. Then, his smirk widened. "This time, I’ll be the one doing

therapy has only been going on for a week, and we still expect at least three

the responsibilities that rightfully belonged to him, but she didn’t want to take any risks. No matter what happened, Desmond should remain in that position for

placed her hand on the wheelchair and gently pushed him toward a nearby garden, with Richard following close behind. After settling him down, she pulled out her

voice suddenly cut through the quiet. "You’re scheduled to operate on the Dante