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.

different. Everyone seemed happy, calm, and supportive. They weren’t only thinking about themselves—they were looking out for each other

girls he loved like granddaughters, he felt envious and

Allen, he couldn’t remember having a grandfather from his maternal home—The Ravensdale. A thought crossed his mind,

from the Ravensdale family? Since

kept growing stronger. Ignoring it felt like turning away from something very important—something that could change everything he knew about his past, his identity,

question, Elliot’s hand stopped for a moment before continuing its movement. He took a deep breath, clearly caught off guard by the

about Davis. There was something familiar in the young man’s facial features that is akin to the Ravensdale

finally said, his voice calm but thoughtful. "The Ravensdale family is a big one, unlike any other. We

the 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 had

watching the emotions pass across the older man’s face. He felt his heart tightened lightly. Jessica looked at them both. She couldn’t

features but a close look at Bella leaves one imagining. Recalling the picture of the little girl and women in Davis bedroom,

Ravensdale. She had disappeared many years ago, and no trace of her was ever found. It was a wound that

truth. Part of him still hoped she was alive,

that Davis might be connected to her. The

to be disappointed again? He wouldn’t want his hope dashed should the outcome fall short of expectations. Hence, the reason to treat it

had the same air, facial features

was no connection than to open that door and risk more