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.

Her eyes widened slightly, sparkling with awe. Her body refused to move,

hard. Her thoughts

feel to be carried on that back?What would it be

suddenly made sense to her why his embrace always felt firm, steady, and secure. Those strong arms weren’t just from

wheelchair. Not because she pitied him, but

was curious—no, desperate—to know how it would feel. To be wrapped up in those arms,

myself the moment he can stand... is to ask him to give

made her smile

It drifted toward a hopeful future—one she quietly dreamed of but never spoke out loud. Like scenes from a film, her imagination painted vivid pictures before

of a movie clip Jessica fell

bright colours. She was piggy backed by Davis, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her legs

flower-filled path, the petals swaying gently in the breeze. Her chestnut hair fluttered freely in the wind, her laughter ringing out

of the wind, She spread her arms wide as he walked, like a child she enjoyed the rush of wind and freedom. In that moment, they

memory, another scene played out; Davis stood tall, no longer in a wheelchair, he towered above her. His hands wrapped

the rays casting soft hues over them as

them standing in a world filled with warmth, laughter, and love. She felt

in a playful tease. Their smiles

was in another scene, they were working out together in the morning, challenging

delicate as she laughed at Davis who missed a step, pointing out

though trusting her height but then she found herself 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 from

realizing. Her eyes twinkled, full of warmth and longing. The glow on her face bright —she was lost in her

was smiling beautifully, deeply lost in thought. Her eyes shimmered with brightness, and her lips formed

present in the room—she was somewhere

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

who made her laugh brightly...

man stuck in a wheelchair. She