Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 175: Anger

The car slowly pulled away from the hospital while Jessica fell asleep. As much as she may not admit it, this moment—resting in his arms—was her safe haven. Here, she didn’t have to worry about anything else.

Davis sighed as he looked down at the quiet woman in his arms. He couldn’t help but wonder how exhausting her day must have been.

"I wish I could be on my feet and take over most of her responsibilities, just so she can rest a bit," he thought.

"Matt, slow down a little, but be careful," Davis instructed.

Matt nodded, took a quick glance at them, shook his head slightly, and continued driving.

A journey that should have taken about an hour ended up taking two. By the time they pulled up to the mansion, the sun had already set, and night had started to creep in.

"Baby, babe, can you wake up?" Davis called softly. He couldn’t help blaming his legs for being useless at this moment.

Jessica stirred slightly, opening her eyes and looking around, trying to remember what had happened.

Her eyes widened as she realized she had been asleep, lying across his legs with a blanket over her. The air conditioning had also been adjusted for her comfort.

"No wonder it felt so comfortable," she murmured.

"We’re home," Davis said gently when he saw that she was fully awake.

Jessica rubbed her forehead and frowned. "You shouldn’t have let me rest on your legs. That’s straining and overworking them," she scolded.

Though she was touched by his concern, she knew that resting on his legs for two hours was almost like going through therapy—but more painful. He could go numb.

Seeing her serious face, Davis gave a small smile. "You’re not heavy. Why would it strain my legs?"

Jessica blushed at his words. "Did he really just say I’m not heavy?" she thought.

to carry you next

Allen! You’re impossible!" she

chuckling. "But really, I

there was no winning an argument

was time to get out of the car. Over time, they had figured out a

the other side and helped him as they entered the mansion. The staff

quickly told Davis to get ready for his therapy

in fact, was more eager than ever to recover before Desmond could carry out his schemes. While Jessica had been

worry," Davis said with a smile. "I already did some sessions by myself. You just need to check my

expected him to do therapy

didn’t push your leg too hard," she said, glancing

she mentioned "pushing too hard," Davis looked

to kill yourself?"

head, but Jessica’s clenched fists said it

hand, his gaze sincere. "Baby, please don’t

the risk of forcing your leg before it heals? One mistake, and all our efforts go to waste! Why are you in such a rush?" she

more, but stopped herself. With a cold glare, she walked out

echoing in his mind. He only wanted to try harder—to see how far he could go.

the one year they’d lived together, this was the first time she had really lashed out in anger. It was also the

couldn’t lie to her, not even to make things easier. She’d always find

room. But this had

remembered one place—her quiet spot. She always said she went there to recharge whenever she felt

wheeled himself to the gym at the far end

heart tightened. "Maybe it would’ve been better if she’d punched

her and gently pushed the punching bag aside. But he underestimated her

his face. He opened his eyes slowly when

Their eyes met.

that badly?" Jessica asked