Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 167: Her rich Imagination, His Sorrow...

By the time Davis came out of the bathroom, Jessica had already gone downstairs to retrieve their dinner.

It had been set earlier in the dining hall, but because of the lengthy therapy session, they hadn’t been able to eat at the usual time. Now, balancing the tray in her hands, Jessica carefully made her way back upstairs to their room.

Meanwhile, Davis sat on the edge of the bed, feeling strangely refreshed. His leg, which had been sore and trembling from the intense therapy session, now felt surprisingly flexible and light.

The usual numbness and pain were gone. Instead, he felt calm, peaceful and rejuvenated.

His brow furrowed in thoughtfulness and wondering. "How does she always do this?" he muttered to himself.

"After therapy, I should be sore and drained. But it’s the opposite." He mused, though she had always warned him that it will be painful yet she will make sure at the end he felt much better and relieved.

He glanced down at his leg and flexed his foot slightly. There was no discomfort. Just relief. It wasn’t the first time he’d noticed this.

Every time she treated him, whether through therapy or those special baths she prepared, he always ended up feeling better. Relaxed. Lighter. More hopeful.

He made a mental note to ask her what exactly she usual adds to the bath water. Whatever it was, it worked wonders not only on his body but on his spirit too. With a smile tugging his lips, he retrieved the bathrobe she had prepared for him earlier.

Just then, the door creaked open. Jessica walked in, holding the tray of food carefully. She entered quietly, trying not to spill anything.

Her steps were light and soft, and she moved with natural grace.

She walked to the side table, set the tray down, and turned around to tell Davis that dinner was ready.

But the words got stuck in her throat.

Her breath caught as her eyes landed on Davis. He was sitting with his back to her, struggling to put on his bathrobe.

The warm glow from the ceiling light cast a soft shine across his broad, tanned shoulders and well-toned muscles. His back was strong, sculpted, and completely bare.

A blush crept up her cheeks. Her eyes widened slightly, sparkling with awe. Her body refused to

thought, swallowing hard. Her thoughts began to

it feel to be carried on that back?What would

steady, and secure. Those strong arms weren’t just

him, but because she wanted to experience those thoughts. She wished she could try

desperate—to know how it would feel. To be wrapped up in those arms, lifted effortlessly like she was

secret promise to herself. The first gift I’ll take for myself the moment he

made her smile

to wander, far away from the present moment. It drifted toward a hopeful future—one she quietly dreamed of but never spoke out loud. Like scenes from a film, her imagination painted

playing scenes of a movie clip Jessica fell

it’s reflective strokes blending into bright colours. She was piggy backed by Davis, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her

gently in the breeze. Her chestnut hair fluttered freely in the wind, her laughter ringing out into the warm air as he carried her as though she was

walked, like a child she enjoyed the rush of wind and

away into a distant memory, another scene played out; Davis stood tall, no longer in a

under the golden sunlight, the rays casting soft hues over them as birds soared in

imagined them standing in a world filled

freely. Davis chased behind her, her name rolling out of his tongue in a playful tease. Their smiles and laughter echoing into the distance borne by the gentle breeze, happy and full of joy. The windmill spun lazily under

out together in the morning, challenging

their faces, happily they took turns wiping it from each other’s brows. Her laughter sweet amd delicate as she laughed at Davis who missed a step, pointing out his flaw with a teasing smile.

comparing their heights. She stood on her toes, still couldn’t match his height. That made her laugh. "Don’t you think this is unfair?" her voice echoed eliciting a playful chuckle

and longing. The glow on her face bright —she was

his wheelchair, slowly turned and noticed her expression. She was smiling beautifully, deeply lost in thought.

room—she

a moment, his heart clenching slightly as a bitter smile formed on

himself. "Someone who made her laugh brightly... someone she

but a burden. A man stuck in a wheelchair. She had to push me, prepare my bath, care for me,