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.

crushing her chest. How his love had begun to crack the walls she had built

Desmond had expected her to fail, her stepmother had hoped she’d disappear, and

drowning in a marriage everyone thought was her punishment, but now felt

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

single caress of his hand, a subtle kiss on her cheek, and she found herself drawn to him, desperate for his touch. It had become

grown to be his habit. He With every graze of his lips,

breath hitched. The air between them thickened. Embarrassed, Jessica tried to shift, to move away and for the first time

shielding them from curious eyes. Realization dawned in her eyes why he

Her voice came out low and breathless. "Can we... talk about it when I return?"

kisses from her jaw to her shoulder, igniting heat in places she had long forgotten. Her skin prickled with goosebumps, her body trembling under his touch. Her legs weakened, and the fire that danced within her only

in her body—she got wet with his kisses, her body trembled more, she wanted to break away but the fire coursing through her body had made her

what little strength she had left and tried to push herself away. Davis paused,

Her lips were parted, chest rising and falling

should have something to think of