Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 127: Contemplation...

While the Allen Group and family were struggling with one problem after another, Jessica’s mansion was filled with warmth and laughter as everyone enjoyed a peaceful dinner, better to say banquet looking at the table filled with exquisite and meticulously prepared meals with everyone’s preference in consideration.

They were seated around a large mahogany dining table. At the head of the table sat Elliot Raven. This was the seat Jessica usually occupied before she got married to Davis.

After their return to the mansion, she quietly gave up the seat to Davis without telling anyone. It was a simple, quiet change, but it meant a lot and today with the older man around, he occupied the seat.

Jessica sat beside Elliot, and next to her was Davis. On the other side was Bella, who had rushed home from work the moment she heard about Elliot Raven’s visit.

Bella had spent many years living, learning, and sharing meals with Jessica. Over time, Elliot had treated her like his own granddaughter. He had always shown her care, support, and love that sometimes he felt a familial love for her.

Beside her was Richard, though they have always lived together as families and buddies but their arrangements and hierarchy were subtly controlled. To Richard, the two ladies are the princesses they have and he wouldn’t mind walking his butt off to keep them happy.

The dinner was warm and full of light-hearted talk. There were no strict rules or formal behavior. Everyone laughed, shared stories, and enjoyed each other’s company. Davis, sitting here, felt a strange warmth fill his heart. It was so different from what he was used to.

Back in the Allen family home, dinner time often felt like walking into a battlefield. People were always planning, scheming, and throwing hidden insults and jabs at each other.

A simple meal could turn into a war of words or fists. When Davis was in charge of the Allen Group, he always found ways to skip family dinners, often using business meetings and social gathering as an excuse.

The last time he attended a dinner with Jessica after they got married, they had almost lost their lives and finally ended up here. He wouldn’t dare to imagine the result of what the attack might have been for him of not for his wife.

and supportive. They weren’t only thinking about themselves—they were looking out

toward the two girls he loved like

the old man Allen, he couldn’t remember having a grandfather from his maternal home—The Ravensdale.

Ravensdale family? Since your name is Raven?"

familiarity he had around Elliot. But it kept growing stronger. Ignoring it felt like turning away from something very important—something that could change

his question, Elliot’s hand stopped for a moment before continuing its movement. He took a deep

the young man’s facial features that is akin to the Ravensdale family. And if that

one, unlike any other. We have roots that go far back, and we are spread across different

Ravensdale family—its history, values, and how large the bloodline had become. Though he talked like he was simply giving general information, Davis noticed a flicker of pain in his eyes, especially when Elliot mentioned a daughter he

watching the emotions pass across the older man’s face. He felt his heart tightened lightly. Jessica looked at them both. She couldn’t help but wonder about the familiarity of the facial

at Bella leaves one imagining. Recalling the picture of the little girl and

and no trace of her was ever found. It was a wound that never

truth. Part of him still hoped she was alive, out

bring himself to believe that Davis might be connected to her.

to be disappointed again? He wouldn’t want his hope dashed should the outcome

kept pulling at his heart. Davis didn’t just look like the Ravensdales. He also had the same air, facial features and the same silent strength that Siri once had. It felt

there was no