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.

his lips curling into a small smirk, though his eyes still held a flicker of concern. His

I leave now?" she

harder against her ribs as she continuously felt the hardness of his member on her butt and his hand which held her so confidently and gently made the heat

growing sensitivity in that area. With his habit of pulling her onto his thigh she had always felt the movement of his member as though seeking and craving for closeness.

hers, 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 was betraying her. Under his eyes,

aren’t you being ungrateful?" he teased suddenly, breaking the tension

"How am I ungrateful?" she asked,

her skin. "Think about it," he murmured, his voice low, husky and seductive. Her breath hitched, her skin prickling as his hand

time I checked, I wasn’t indebted to you. Besides..." Her voice trailed off as heat rushed to her cheeks. She wasn’t sure how to

becoming more restless against her back while the other glazed through her thighs and his fingers sending an involuntary twitch through her body. She

"I’m still your wife, remember? And

his chest. Her words pleased him more than he cared to admit. At least she remembered she is his wife. And more importantly—she hadn’t forgotten the bond

return, brushing his lips close to her cheek, "when a

"Do you know I’m late?" she asked,

replied calmly, completely unfazed. "But

if he were merely talking

you mean?" she asked slowly, suspicion blooming in her chest. She stared at him, searching his face for clues. He met her gaze with a raised brow, lips

this time her voice firmer,

hours," he admitted, casually—as though it was no big