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.

curled slightly, not in amusement but in

know what he meant. She knew he had noticed the faint bruise on her arms which had darkened. She cursed herself

pulled herself to the edge of the bed. Reaching out and clasping his hand tightly. "Relax," she said softly, placing her other hand gently on his cheek. His skin was cold, tense. She patted him lightly,

have to be for you

She had noticed his protective nature which was why she had

steady both herself and him. "I was just saving an elderly woman. She nearly fell to her death

jaw remained. His fingers curled around her hand, not roughly, but with a desperation she hadn’t

you know what it does to me," he said, voice quieter now but no less intense, "seeing marks on you? Do you have any idea

someone was instinctively. For Davis, it was vulnerability—something he wasn’t

It was a moment,

his wheelchair to the other part of the room and retrieved the first aid kit. Quickly he

to the warmth of her hug and the strange

had