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.

Jessica dare not leave the meal selection and preparation to chance, the chef

~In the Sitting Room~

the room seemed to vanish with her. A heavy silence settled between Davis and Elliot. The

in his hands. He wasn’t

by a cold, penetrating stare, his aura exuding a chill that made the once-inviting sitting room

moments ago, he had been laughing with Jessica, his demeanor warm and indulgent. Now, he was

on his part, watched Davis with an unreadable expression, though a glint of amusement flickered in his eyes—well-hidden beneath the

to the

of that realization sinking in that Elliot wasn’t just some distant godfather. He was the father figure Jessica

or look away. He

heavy tension in the room, quickly made his exit. Wisely deciding that he wanted no part in whatever was about

he had to pass. He had already taken stock of his relationship with Jessica, realizing just how much he had neglected her in

commanding voice broke the

having my goddaughter as your wife?". Elliot queried

have second-guessed his answer. But now, even in his dreams, he

let go of her hand—not in this lifetime." Davis said, his voice coming forth as an answer and

older man raise an inquisitive brow. He studied Davis for a long moment, as if searching for cracks in his