Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 140: She might be a clue...

The drive back home was calm and peaceful. After the whirlwind of emotions, and time in the operating room, and contemplation that had swept through her day, Jessica felt drained and tired.

Her body ached, but it was her heart that bore the heaviest weight of worry, heartache and fear of the future.

Totally drained and weak, she felt nothing than to lie down and have a good sleep but then they are in the car and the only improvisation, she glanced subtly at Davis.

With a sigh, she leaned into Davis’s shoulder, nestling herself comfortably into his embrace. Davis slowly adjusted and pulled her to himself making her head rest on his while his arms enveloped her to himself.

She closed her eyes, finding comfort and warmth in the familiar rise and fall of his breath, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his shirt, the quiet strength he exuded even in stillness made her feel safe and comfortable.

The gentle hum of the engine and the subtle swaying of the car felt like a lullaby, rocking her into a sense of peace.

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to believe that everything was alright, that her world will finally experience peace and tranquility, that the warmth in the arms of her beloved will be her solace shielding her at all time. But then —

Tranquility was fleeting, the peace she expected fragile because it didn’t last for long.

Without warning, Lady Matilda’s image surfaced in her mind’s eye, vivid and clear. The memory of Lady Matilda’s embrace enveloping in a hug that had been inexplicably warm and exuding comfort that seems comfortable in her memory.

as Matilda looked at her with anxiousness, lingered in Jessica’s memory like an imprint burned into

of breath as she slowly opened her eyes, her brows furrowed together in confusion. "Why on earth do I have

a stranger she had never met, she felt worried

which is still trying to assess. That scent has been fleeting, but it struck a chord in her heart. Her chest tightened as her thought

like I had known that scent before? Not just from today—but long

threads, "I wish I would have the time to see her again, to perceive that scent again and

that scent, it was her favorite." She screamed in her heart. Now

is my mom’s signature perfume that she had worn even on her death day. The sudden recall of that familiar scent transported her back to the past stirring

brushing softly along her upper arm as though it was silent promise that he was there. With

moment her body trembled lightly and her openedfelt her,

low and careful, as though afraid that too much volume would shatter

of her spiraling thoughts. She turned slightly to meet his eyes but couldn’t hold his gaze for long. Her lips opened to speak but no sound came

she explain something she didn’t fully understand herself? How could she speak about the way Lady Matilda’s presence had shaken her to her core, made her question things she hadn’t dared think about in years? "How will she tell him she found her

beat, she offered a soft, evasive smile. "It’s nothing," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I’m just

unconvinced. He studied her, his gaze tracing the lines of stress and confusion etched into her face. There was a fragility in her