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.

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

thought, swallowing hard. Her

be carried on that back?What would it be like to be held in his arms,

steady, and secure.

a wheelchair. Not because she pitied him, but because she wanted to experience those thoughts. She wished she could

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

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

one wish made her

future—one she quietly dreamed of but

a

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

path, the petals swaying 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 light

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

that scene withered away into a distant memory, another scene played out; Davis stood tall, no longer in a wheelchair, he towered above her. His hands wrapped around

and kissed her gently under the golden sunlight, the rays casting soft hues over

ached with longing as she imagined them standing in a world filled with warmth,

vast field of colorful flowers, laughing freely. Davis chased behind her, her name rolling out of his tongue in a playful tease. Their smiles and laughter echoing into

scene, they were working out together in the

each other’s brows. Her laughter sweet amd delicate as she laughed at Davis who missed a

couldn’t match his height. That made her laugh. "Don’t you think this is unfair?" her voice echoed

sweet memory without her realizing. Her eyes twinkled, full of warmth and longing. The glow on her face bright —she was lost in her own world. Her heart danced

in his wheelchair, slowly turned and noticed her expression. She was smiling beautifully, deeply lost in thought. Her eyes shimmered with brightness, and her lips

present in the room—she was somewhere

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

her laugh brightly... someone she cherishes." His

stuck in a wheelchair. She had to push me, prepare my bath, care for me, protect and even had to stand