Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 131: Let me fill that space...

With Jessica’s steady warmth and calm presence, Davis slowly pulled himself back together. His breathing evened out, and the storm of emotions swirling inside him began to settle.

"Sometimes, you just need to let it all out, you know," Jessica said gently, her voice soft and soothing.

She didn’t push him to talk about what had happened. She understood that whatever could break Davis down like this had to come from deep within—something tied to his past, something painful. Over the past year of living together, they had faced their fair share of ups and downs—arguments, miscommunications, even moments of frustration. But never had he allowed himself to break open like this. Tonight was different.

"I’m sorry," Davis said quietly, his voice husky as he pulled her into a firm embrace. "I didn’t mean to disturb your night."

Jessica rested her head against his chest, her fingers gently tracing small circles on his back. "Well, you did disturb my peaceful sleep," she teased, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "And you’ll have to make it up to me."

Davis let out a soft laugh, a genuine one that melted away some of the heaviness still clinging to his heart. Her playful tone and comforting presence made the moment easier to bear.

He tightened his arms around her as if drawing strength from her nearness. The warmth of her body began to soothe the cold emptiness he had carried for years.

Looking down at her, Davis pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips—a silent promise, an unspoken thank you.

"Thank you," he whispered against her lips.

Jessica looked up and smiled, not needing any explanation. For now, her comfort was enough. They didn’t need words. Just the quiet closeness of each other, wrapped in the safety of that moment, was more than enough.

~Next day~

breakdown, Jessica woke up earlier than usual. She turned slightly and found Davis still asleep beside her. His face looked calm and

at him quietly for a moment, unable to take her eyes off his godlike, handsome face. In that still moment, she thought to herself how blessed she was. What was supposed to be a forced, pitiful marriage

small smile, she reached out and gently traced the lines of his face—his brows, the shape of his nose, the curve of his jaw—as if she was

"When you stand on your feet again, I might have to change your face just to keep you all

soft kiss on his cheek. Just as she tried to gently pull herself out of his arms, a warm

"What kind of face would you give me then?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, his lips brushing against her

slightly, her body tingling from the whisper, and her cheeks turned bright red. She hadn’t expected

as if he could read her mind, Davis smirked. "I wasn’t awake at first, but your seductive little touch woke me up. And I feel lucky to

how lightly he slept? "That wasn’t a confession," she mumbled,

feel shy or

emotions hit her like a warm wave. Her heart thudded in her chest, and without

a long day. I’ve got a full schedule at the hospital today. A surgery

his arms and walked into the bathroom for

quiet sigh left his lips. Part of him wanted to ask if he could go with her, but he knew better. Jessica had her duties, and she had worked hard to build her career. The least he

He wheeled himself toward the wardrobe and carefully selected her outfit—an off-white polo and a neat pair of blue jeans. He had gotten used to her taste in clothing and even felt a strange sense of pride as he picked out the outfits

bedside table and began gathering her essentials—her phone, ID cards, house keys, and a couple of medical files she had reviewed the night

tea, and laid out some toast and fruit on a tray. By the time Jessica