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~

woke up earlier than usual. She turned slightly and found Davis still asleep beside her. His

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 had turned out to be one

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 trying to memorize every

softly to herself. "When you stand on your feet again, I might have to change your face just to

chuckled lightly at her own words and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. Just as she tried to gently pull herself out of his arms, a warm hand wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling

eyes were slightly open now, a playful glint in them. "What kind of face would you give me then?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, his lips

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

touch woke me up. And I feel lucky to have heard

face with her hands, clearly flustered. Why hadn’t she remembered how lightly he slept? "That

her even closer, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You don’t have to feel shy or threatened," he said softly. "You’re the only one I have.

hit

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

and walked into the bathroom for a quick

bed for a few seconds, watching the door close behind her. A quiet sigh left his lips. Part of him wanted to ask if he could go with her, but he knew better.

sat up slowly and with ease shifted into his wheelchair. Over time, he had mastered the movements and routines. He didn’t need anyone’s help anymore. 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

couple of medical files she had reviewed the night before. He neatly packed them into

her favorite tea, and laid out some toast and fruit on a tray. By the time Jessica stepped out of the bathroom in her robe,