Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 177

Chapter 177: Promise made...

"Can you not let go of my hand, no matter what happens? And... can you always remember me?" he asked, his voice low but sincere.

Jessica was stumped, her breathe caught in her throat while her heart thumped wildly yet she met his question with silence.

She didn’t expect such a question. In as much as she has her fears of what tomorrow might be for them; she hadn’t taken any time to consider who is holding on or who is not holding on at the moment.

With the knowledge that tomorrow might come with its challenges, she felt herself lacking of the confidence needed.

She is really afraid, having witnessed her mother’s painful end, she lacks the confidence to trust any man. She can only believe what she has today.

But it is more scary to hear him make that request, —request? No, it’s certainly not a request, he is asking for a promise.

A promise about tomorrow. Jessica felt her head throbbing as she analyzes the situation.

She wanted to make that promise that she will not let go of his hand, that she will always be there to stand by him through thick and thin but she had to weigh her options, she has to consider her heart.

"What are the chances? What are the possibilities?" She murmured to herself.

thought about it when he asked

back to her solace. But then, what if she is unwilling? Why is she contemplating? Why is she keeping

hand unintentionally clenched lightly on her arms. A subtle tension creeping up his

heart will go through should she say ’No’. He is

moment, he felt fear, fear of her response, fear of her rejection though his wife but then it was

is time to live the reality and not dwell in fantasy.

to pursue the future. She stared at him for a while, her eyes taking note of

greater trials than this or probably we might be all

but for Davis this brief pause was already taking the life

short lived with Jessica’s

because every situation had a condition attached to foster it. "I can meet up any

never leaving his—searching, weighing, questioning. "Yes, one condition," she repeated, this time with more

a slight nod, his gaze steady but filled with anticipation. "Name it." She hesitated for a moment,

to me," she

Of all things she could have

truth may be... I’d rather face it than live

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