Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 126: Meeting the Father-in-law

Jessica took Elliot’s silence as a cue and smoothly changed the atmosphere. She gestured for everyone to head inside while Richard quickly called the head chef to prepare a family banquet.

With a gentle touch, Jessica took hold of Davis’s wheelchair and slowly pushed him forward, engaging Elliot in lively conversation. Every now and then, Elliot chuckled, his usual stern demeanor softening as he listened to her animated chatter.

Davis watched them, a strange feeling stirring within him. This was a side of Jessica he had never seen before—an enthusiastic, carefree woman who spoke excitedly about everything under the sun. It made him realize just how much he had leaned on her, when in reality, she should have been the one leaning on him.

For the first time, he questioned whether he had truly given her the happiness she deserved.

His memory returning to the early stage of her arrival to his mansion as the bride chosen by his uncle. He had regarded her as one of a gold digger who had accepted some reward from Desmond or possibly a spy over his life which had been reduced to mere rags.

As time goes by he had made her to agree to an agreement of trying to make the marriage work because he felt attracted but then she had been his strength in silence.

He didn’t want to imagine what he would have been at this time if she had not been not the strength he leans on.

For the first time, he saw her in a different light. As a young girl, who needed care, attention and love from him and from everyone around her.

Once they reached the sitting room, Jessica ensured that Davis was comfortable before excusing herself. "I’ll check on the kitchen," she said, her tone light.

Elliot Raven was notoriously picky when it came to food. It wouldn’t be unusual for him to reject meals that had been prepared with the utmost care simply because they didn’t suit his taste.

leave the meal selection and preparation to chance, the chef or maids. She

~In the Sitting Room~

she disappeared into the hallway, the warmth in the room seemed to vanish with her. A heavy silence settled between Davis and Elliot. The atmosphere turned tense, the air thick laced

his fists to suppress the slight trembling in his hands. He wasn’t afraid of Elliot—not exactly—but the

and laughter from earlier had been replaced by a cold, penetrating stare, his aura exuding a chill that

himself wondering—did this man have a split personality? Just moments ago, he had been laughing with Jessica, his demeanor warm and

Davis with an unreadable expression, though a glint of amusement flickered in his

visit to the Browns. But this was different. This was the man Jessica

figure Jessica had needed all her life. If that was the case, then Davis

him, unblinking, unrelenting. Davis debated whether he should meet his gaze head-on or look away. He had never imagined that meeting

sensing the heavy tension in the room, quickly made his exit. Wisely deciding that he wanted

—this is a test, one he had to pass. He had already taken stock of his relationship with Jessica, realizing just how much he

yet commanding

my goddaughter as your wife?". Elliot queried with

been the past, Davis might have hesitated, might have second-guessed his answer. But now, even in his dreams, he

in this lifetime." Davis said,

had anticipated, making the older man raise an inquisitive brow. He studied Davis for a long moment, as if searching for