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.

Are you surprised? Want me to carry you next time?"

impossible!" she nearly

said, chuckling. "But really, I don’t

winning an argument with him. Right now, all she wanted was a good,

Davis, signaling it was time to get out of the car. Over time, they had figured out a careful way for him to alight

and helped him as they entered

Jessica sighed heavily and quickly told Davis to get ready for his

was more eager than ever to recover before Desmond could carry out his schemes. While Jessica

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

was surprised. She hadn’t expected him to do therapy by

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

mentioned "pushing too hard," Davis looked

kill

but Jessica’s clenched fists

his gaze sincere. "Baby, please

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

more, but stopped herself. With a cold glare,

in silence, her words echoing in his mind. He only wanted to try harder—to see

lived together, this was the first time she had really lashed out in anger. It was also the first time he saw her

to her, not even to make things easier. She’d always find out

this had never happened before, and he wasn’t sure where to

quiet spot. She always said she went there to recharge

himself to the gym at the far end

it would’ve been better if she’d

gently pushed the punching bag aside. But he

face. He opened his eyes slowly when the expected blow

Their eyes met.

to punch you that badly?" Jessica asked coldly, throwing off her gloves in frustration before turning to