Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 135: Husband and wife don’t calculate clearly...

Jessica sighed softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet parking lot. She hadn’t expected to leave home without tears, yet end up, drowned in it. — reality had pressed in on her from every side, the weight of everything she had been holding in finally crashing down her.

The strong front she had worn like armor crumbled, and the tears she had suppressed for so long broke free, streaming silently down her cheeks.

She hadn’t planned for this. She hadn’t planned for her emotions to betray her—not here, not now.

And to make matters worse, Davis had left the only place she was certain could protect him, just because he sensed she wasn’t alright.

That realization pricked her chest deeply. He had stepped into the open, into potential danger, just because her emotions weren’t steady. She couldn’t shake the guilt. What if something had gone wrong? What if—

She glanced around quickly, trying to calm her thoughts. Though the surrounding luxury cars had been parked to shield them from curious onlookers, she knew eyes were still nearby—watching, waiting. His bodyguards were surely close, invisible but vigilant, always ready. But that alone did not ease her tension.

"I think you should go back now... while I head inside," she murmured, her voice low and hesitant as she made to rise from Davis’s lap.

Before she could move, his arm tightened around her waist, firm and unyielding. She stilled. His hand, warm and strong, anchored her in place. His eyes scanned her face for a moment—taking in the flush in her cheeks, the faint sheen of tears still clinging to her lashes.

"You must tell me why you’re crying when you return," he said, his tone quiet but resolute.

Jessica nodded slowly, heart fluttering at his words. He wasn’t going to let it go—not out of suspicion, but because he cared. And that alone made her emotions threaten to spill again "How can one person be this good?" She mused.

into a small smirk,

I leave now?" she asked,

of his member on her butt and his hand which held her so confidently and gently made the heat bloomed in her cheeks. With its electricfying impact sending a shiver through

habit of pulling her onto his thigh she had always felt the movement of his

sharp and intense, almost as if he were undressing her with just his eyes. She wanted to blame her racing pulse and her body which

teased suddenly, breaking the tension with a raised brow and a mischievous glint in

blinked in confusion. "How am I ungrateful?" she asked, frowning slightly, not

leaned in intentionally nibbling on her, his breath warm and tickling her skin. "Think about it," he murmured,

last time I checked, I wasn’t indebted to you. Besides..." Her voice trailed off as heat

teasing grin, his hand becoming more restless against her back while the other glazed through her thighs and his fingers sending an involuntary twitch through her body. She didn’t want to imagine what he was

whispered, "I’m still your wife, remember? And husband

chest. Her words pleased him more than he cared to admit. At least she remembered she is his wife. And more

to her cheek, "when a surgeon is planning on committing murder by setting her emotions

"Do you know I’m late?" she asked, trying to shift the conversation away from the electric

calmly, completely unfazed. "But you still

was so nonchalant, as if

do you mean?" she asked slowly, suspicion blooming in her chest. She stared at him, searching his face for clues. He met her

again, this time her voice

he admitted, casually—as though it was no big