Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 141: A familiar warm embrace...

Inside their room, Jessica sighed deeply as she kicked off her shoes in weariness and climbed into bed. She needed to sleep and wade off some emotions and disturbing memories.

Jessica shook her head gently, hoping to shake away the thoughts clouding her mind, but they clung stubbornly. Her heart still raced, a quiet thunder that echoed through her chest.

The image of Lady Matilda’s warm embrace and the scent of lilies—so eerily similar to her late mother’s—haunted her like a whisper from the past. Her fingers twitched slightly, the memory stirring emotions she thought she had buried long ago.

Beside her, Davis’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing. He had been watching her closely, silently observing every flicker of emotion that passed through her face. From the moment she shifted uncomfortably to the way her brows furrowed, he noticed it all.

"What exactly is the problem?" he asked, his voice low and filled with concern. He could no longer suppress the urge not to force out the answer from her. It there’s any wish he had; it is the wish that she have a peaceful life all round.

Jessica blinked, startled by the sudden question. She turned to him, managing a small smile though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Nothing serious," she muttered, barely above a whisper. Her voice wavered despite her best efforts, her heart hammering harder now.

But Davis wasn’t convinced. He saw the way her hand clenched around the edge of the sheet, the way she refused to meet his gaze. He didn’t press immediately for answers. "You go take a bath before you sleep." He instructed calmly making Jessica sigh in relief in hope that he is finally willing to let go.

"I will do after a brief sleep." She muttered stretching her hand to drop her phone on the nightstand.

a storm erupted within him, his face darkened. His lips curled slightly, not in amusement but in a deep, cold

She knew he had noticed the faint bruise on her arms which had darkened. She cursed herself silently for not hiding

the bed. Reaching out and clasping his hand tightly. "Relax," she said softly,

have to be for you to admit you’re hurt? Should I see your bones before you admit it?

of his reaction. She had noticed his protective nature which was why she had taken time to treat

"I was just saving an elderly woman. She

roughly, but with a desperation she hadn’t seen in

voice quieter now but no less intense, "seeing marks on you? Do you have any idea how

helping someone was

"I’m fine, Davis. Truly. It was a moment, nothing more. The woman was scared and shaky.

anything. He moved his wheelchair to

the headboard, letting the silence comfort her. Her thoughts drifted back again to Lady Matilda, to the warmth of her hug and the strange familiarity of her scent. The woman had looked at her like she knew

feeling had