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.

together. It wouldn’t be right to let you leave

even. And she didn’t have time

inside. The drive began in silence. No music, no conversation—just the soft hum of the

the vehicle was calm, but laced heavy with unspoken thoughts. Donald glanced

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

honor of getting your contact number?" he

frown. She hadn’t expected that request. It

had, her entire body tensed, she didn’t feel comfortable sharing her number and not when

said, her voice cold and distant. 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 either of us. And honestly it invades your privacy more than it protects

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

of her actions and inactions had been within his

at the phone in his hand. She didn’t

because she didn’t want

the Allen’s and Ravensdale in her life is already enough but to add a Santiagos’ she wouldn’t

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

But still...

reached out and took the phone from his hand. Her fingers moved over the screen as she typed in a number in one swift motion

pick up when you call," she said flatly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

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

to her but to him, it meant everything. He couldn’t help but imagine the smile that will creep on to his mother’s face when he

his mother, he dialed out to the Dean connecting the call to the car’s

"Mr. Santiago, she is stable now and

never thought

She couldn’t help but wonder what could be Desmond’s and George Brown’s plot that made them met

ease, Donald brought the car to a stop right in front of Gray Jones Club and Bar exactly ten minutes