Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 179: Hubby

The sun was already high in the sky when Jessica stirred from her sleep. Her hand patted the space beside her, and when she felt no one there, she slowly opened her eyes. She was right—no one was there.

Her stomach rumbled loudly. Shaking her head helplessly, she muttered, "Hungry. I wonder if there’s any breakfast downstairs."

She glanced around the room, but there was no sign of Davis or anyone else. Her ears perked up as she strained to hear if he was in the bathroom, but it was silent.

The bed was already cold—a clear sign that Davis had left a long time ago, she wondered where he had gone off to while she is still dozing in bed at such an odd hour. Rubbing her temples, she sighed. "At this rate, I’m definitely becoming lazy," she muttered to herself.

Her eyes fell on the bedside table. "Is that breakfast?" she murmured, a bright smile warming her lips. Swallowing hard, she pushed herself up toward the edge of the bed and her eyes widened, mouth watering at the sight of the simple breakfast.

She didn’t doubt that this was his doing. For a while now, Davis had taken over preparing her breakfast. Some adjustments had even been made to their room—it had been expanded to include a kitchenette, stocked with simple groceries to avoid his constant trips to the central kitchen.

Jessica doubted she’d ever be able to enjoy breakfast elsewhere without recalling the taste of his. It had slowly become familiar and comforting.

Though she never expected much from him, she felt genuinely happy whenever he did things like this. At some point, it had even become a quiet expectation. But this morning’s gesture was a surprise—he wasn’t around, and she hadn’t thought he’d prepare it before stepping out.

She lifted the cover slowly, revealing a mouthwatering, exquisite breakfast: toasted bread, sausages, scrambled eggs, and vegetables, with a flask of tea on the side. A sticky note was placed nearby: "Breakfast for you. Be back soon."

Looking at the breakfast and reading the note made her heart flutter. Without getting out of bed, she carefully carried the tray to herself, setting it down with her legs crossed beneath her. She poured the tea into a mug, her movements tender as she arranged the food.

She felt grateful he’d thought to put the tea in a flask to retain its warmth. Without a second thought, she dug into the meal. The taste was unique—she made a mental note to ask him for his recipe.

After the refreshing breakfast, she rubbed her stomach in contentment and slowly set aside the empty plates. Then, she picked up her phone intending on calling him.

A glance at the time on her phone made her gasp. Her shout tore through the silence of the room as she bolted from the bed, rushing toward the bathroom to shower and prepare for the business meeting she had at noon.

As she passed the mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself. Her steps halted instantly. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart thumped in her chest.

to the mirror and stared at her reflection. "Unbelievable," she whispered, slowly tracing her fingers over her neck, nape, and shoulders—hickeys were scattered across

down, deep in thought. She scanned the dressing table, which had only a few items—she wasn’t a fan of

I conceal this with?" she murmured. After a while, she stood up, deciding to

returned to the dressing table and applied several layers of concealer, hoping to hide most of the

her hair, then stepped into the closet and

before taking a bath. It had almost become a routine that he

going out," she mumbled,

door clicked softly, and Davis entered. His gaze swept over her. "Going out?"

Davis moved to her side and took the backpack from

would’ve packed it for

the breakfast," she said with a smirk, a smile tugging

item into the bag. "All set.

Want to come with me?" she teased,

something. Before she could respond,

glared at him, earning a chuckle from him. "It’s that

he nodded and motioned for her to come closer. Jessica trotted to his side, and as usual, he pulled her to sit on his thigh,

patted his shoulders in protest, and when

messed up my lipstick," she complained

he smirked, eyes dancing with mischief.

wildly. If she didn’t know better, she’d think this was Davis’s twin—he seemed like a

wondered if he had some sort of split

gentleness was still there, but now, there was something

earlobe lightly. Her body shivered, his

the sensations overwhelmed her.