Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 176: Can you always remember me?

Jessica made her way back to the bedroom and, without stopping, entered the bathroom for a quick shower. She needed to rinse off the sweat that was already drying on her skin and beginning to stick to her.

With the water running down her body, she contemplated her actions, a sigh escaping her lips. She didn’t like it—she had never expected Davis to take over her emotions so easily.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had lost her temper like that, resorting to the sandbag just to bring herself back under control. It had always been one of her weakest points. When angry, she could raze down a building without remorse.

Because of that, she had always distanced herself from anything that could provoke her. It had taken not just days, but years, to develop ways of calming her temper.

"Davis, Davis... sorry, but I have to admit—you’re my wolfsbane," she muttered to herself.

Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, Davis pushed open the door. She glanced at him briefly. Having calmed down, she was now more composed.

She settled in front of the dressing table and picked up the hair dryer.

"Can I help you?" he asked tentatively, his voice low. He dared not provoke her again and risk facing the wrath of Ares.

Jessica’s hand paused briefly before she handed him the dryer and moved to a lower seat to allow him to dry her hair comfortably.

"Are you still angry?" he asked as his hands worked gently through her hair.

"It doesn’t matter," she replied.

Davis nodded slightly. "Maybe you can give me a chance to explain?"

Jessica remained silent. Davis took it as a cue to continue.

"I only thought it would be more beneficial to try out the leg movements in bits—to improve flexibility."

"I understand. But you overdid it. For crying out loud, it’s only been four months since the treatment began, and you’re already expecting it to heal completely," she said, her voice calmer but firm.

heart settle after explaining. Maybe he had been too anxious, too eager, but her rule was clear: Don’t overexert.

the energy she’d

knock came at the

Davis

is it?"

our dinner," he replied. On his way back from the gym, he had stopped to request their meal be brought up, knowing how

dinner that had been brought in. They ate in silence, neither

breathing and continuous sighs. An attitude she

restless?" he asked, his concern clear.

"The Santiagos," she muttered.

furrowed. "What about

breath before beginning to narrate her encounter at the hospital and

first time she had expressed concerns about them. Time and again, he’d seen her grow anxious over the

withheld judgment. Though he hadn’t

you remember when I once asked you about your

nodded, her heart thumping. She recalled the items she had taken from the Browns before leaving with the Allen family members. Those relics bore insignias strikingly similar

she thought silently. Her mother had once said the necklace would guide her when the time came. But its

her unease, Davis gently caressed her arm. "Did you remember

items I took from the Brown family,"

look at them? Do they suggest

Jessica nodded.

did you find?" he

I suspect the relics are from them. And the emotions I

the Santiagos?" Davis asked carefully. While instincts mattered, solid proof

on Matilda’s hand," she replied, trying not to relive the flood of feelings she’d

worry," Davis said soothingly. "Take it one step at a time.