Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 134: Something to think about...

Though bound to a wheelchair, Davis had gotten quiet skilled in hugging her to himself anytime he wants to as though she weighed nothing at all.

Jessica often found herself wondering if she was truly that light—or if he was simply that strong. In his arms, she didn’t feel like a woman burdened with pain; she felt weightless, like someone deserving of love.

Her eyes darted around the hospital parking lot, paranoia rising in her chest. The thought of their embrace and cuddling in the parking lot making it to the tabloids sent a cold wave of anxiety through her. But in the warmth of his hold, all that fear melted. He had come... for her.

Davis held her tightly, his expression calm, but his eyes were blazing with emotions too fierce to hide. For the past hour, he hadn’t let go. He sat there in his chair, gripping her like the world might fall apart if he loosened his hold.

He didn’t care that they were outside the hospital, visible to anyone. He didn’t care that he was meant to be "missing." The only thing that mattered was that she had cried—and that was enough to move his world.

His hand rose gently to stroke her back, the motion slow, soothing. His lips tracing kisses against her neck and in other parts of her body in comforting, quiet intervals, slowly pulling her back from whatever abyss her thoughts had descended into.

"Babe," he finally whispered, his voice low, almost trembling. "Can you tell me now... why were you crying?"

She bit down on her lip, choking on the storm inside. Her heart had been a battlefield since she left home that morning. She wanted to tell him everything.

haunted her. How the pressure of their forced marriage was crushing her chest. How his love had begun to crack the walls she had built for years... and how scared she

didn’t want to leave, yet was terrified to stay? That Desmond had expected her to fail, her stepmother had hoped

marriage everyone thought was her punishment,

nibbled it lightly. Her body shuddered, caught off guard as the electrifying

subtle kiss on her cheek, and she found herself drawn to him, desperate for his touch.

grown to be his habit. He With every graze of

lap. Her face burned, her breath hitched. The air between them thickened. Embarrassed, Jessica tried to shift, to move away and for the first time since his arrival, she managed to take

security details, carefully parked to create a protective barrier, shielding them from curious eyes. Realization dawned in her eyes why he has

voice came out low and breathless. "Can we...

had long forgotten. Her skin prickled with

break away but

this." She chided herself hard. Jessica gathered what little strength she had

face was crimson, flushed and flustered. Her lips were parted, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. And then—he smiled. A small, smug smirk of

should have something to think of not to