Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 160: I need a disguise...

Jessica was almost done with her meal when her phone buzzed with the incoming call, she glanced at it briefly, it was of one of her subordinates.

She had initially asked them to keep an eye Desmond and George Brown immediately she caught sight of the duo, possibly there is a response.

Casting a brief subtle glance at Donald, she quickly accepted the call and placed the phone to her ear, listening intently.

"Yes?... Alright. Keep eyes on them. I’ll be there soon." She replied decisively with a faint smirk curving up her lips, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

Donald’s brow lifted slightly, noticing the sudden change in her expression. The tone of her voice had turned sharp, pointed and focused. A clear indication that something urgent had come up. He could tell she was about to leave.

Without a word, he slowly pushed back his seat and stood. Jessica did the same. She reached for her napkin, dabbed her lips with soft precision, and rose gracefully from her chair.

She picked up her handbag and phone, then slid on her sunglasses in one smooth motion. Her posture straightened, her face expressionless and cold.

With a composed yet dramatic turn, she walked out of the eatery, her head held high.

Her subordinate had just informed her that Desmond and George had scheduled a secret meeting at the Gray Jones Exclusive Club and Bar, and the meeting is set to happen in just an hour.

From her current location, it would take only ten minutes to get there—assuming traffic remained light. Luckily, the morning rush was over, and the roads were relatively clear. She has the strong conviction that she will be able to get there in time.

Donald noticed her quick steps and followed closely behind with long strides. As they approached the parking lot, she impatiently glanced around, clearly weighing her next move. She contemplated whether to call a taxi or join Donald’s drive.

With one swift decisive step, she stretched her hand to flag down the coming taxi when Donald’s voice

Jessica debated whether to take a cab or ride with Donald. She had almost made up her mind to take a cab when Donald’s voice stopped her.

"Get in the car. I’ll drop you off."

She paused, her body stiffened slightly at his words. Turning her head slowly, she regarded him from behind her sunglasses.

wouldn’t be right to let

His words made sense. Logical, even. And she didn’t have time to argue

saying a word, she walked toward his car and slipped inside. The drive began in silence. No music, no conversation—just the soft hum of the engine and the occasional sound of

vehicle was calm, but laced heavy with unspoken thoughts.

reached into his suit pocket and pulled out his phone, swiftly unlocked it held it out

of getting your contact number?" he

that request. It hadn’t

her number and not when she is trying to keep

Donald had

said softly. "What if something urgent comes up? Do I have to go through a third party every time I need to reach you? That wouldn’t be fair to

at him. He had a way with words. Calm, reasonable, always a response for everything. It

every of her actions and inactions had been

looked down at the phone in his hand.

didn’t want to open any doors adding

enough but to add a Santiagos’ she

she’d start answering his calls. It wouldn’t mean she’d be available whenever

But still...

his hand. Her fingers moved over the screen as she typed in a number in one

don’t promise to pick up when you call," she said flatly, her voice devoid of

just wanted to let him know and not to expect from her but then with the circumstances around, she couldn’t care less of when or why he

quietly. It may not had mattered much to her but to him, it meant everything. He couldn’t help but imagine the smile that will creep on to his mother’s

out to the Dean connecting the

calm voice booming through the speaker. "Mr. Santiago, she is stable now

never thought they had been holding since he

the window, watching the road speed past. Her heart felt heavy. She couldn’t help but wonder what could be Desmond’s and George Brown’s plot that

brought the car to a stop right in front of Gray Jones Club and Bar exactly ten minutes later. Jessica let out