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.

Want me to carry you next time?" he

You’re impossible!" she

just moderately heavy," he said, chuckling. "But

was no winning an argument with him. Right now, all she wanted

to get out of the car. Over time, they had figured out a careful way for him to alight without straining his

out from the other side and helped him as they entered the mansion. The staff welcomed them

bedroom, Jessica sighed heavily and quickly told Davis to get ready for

eager than ever to recover before Desmond could carry out his schemes. While Jessica had been away,

a smile. "I already did some sessions by myself. You just need to check

She hadn’t expected him

didn’t push your leg too hard," she

hard," Davis looked away. Jessica immediately caught

you trying to kill yourself?"

clenched fists said it

gaze sincere. "Baby, please don’t be angry," he

all

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

echoing in his mind. He only wanted to try harder—to see how far he could go. He didn’t think it would

had really lashed out in

temple, he sighed deeply. He couldn’t lie to her, not even

this had never happened

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

the gym at the far end of the hallway and found her

would’ve been better if she’d punched me instead,"

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

punch stopped just inches from his face. He opened his eyes slowly when

Their eyes met.

Jessica asked coldly, throwing off her gloves in frustration before turning to