Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 182: Oddly familiar...

Jessica’s car sped along the road and gradually slowed as it neared its destination. With a smooth, precise turn of the steering wheel, the car pulled into the parking lot of Da King Hotels—a luxurious five-star hotel known for catering to the rich and powerful.

A hotel staff member quickly stepped forward and opened the car door for her. With calm poise and quiet elegance, Jessica stepped out.

She glanced around the area, slipping on a pair of dark sunglasses that hid her sharp eyes, leaving only her pointed nose and naturally rosy lips visible. The sunlight kissed her fair skin, making it glow.

Carrying her handbag in one hand and her phone in the other, she walked toward the hotel lobby with graceful steps. Her aura was commanding, impossible to ignore. As she raised her hand briefly, the ring on her finger caught the sunlight and glimmered.

Her phone buzzed. Without stopping, she glanced at the screen and tapped her Bluetooth earpiece. Davis’s deep, rich voice filtered through.

"Arrived?" he asked gently.

"Just walking into the lobby," Jessica replied with a soft smile, her eyes scanning the lobby with sharp awareness—checking both for safety and anything familiar.

"Alright," Davis said, his voice warm. "I’ll leave you to it. Waiting for you at home."

Jessica’s heart skipped at his words. If he were standing in front of her right now, she might have kissed him without a second thought.

"I’ll be right back. Just a little while," she said softly and ended the call.

Still holding onto the smile that played on her lips, she walked deeper into the hotel with calm, measured steps.

Just then, from the opposite direction, a young man emerged from one of the lounges. Tall and confident, he looked distracted, speaking urgently into his phone. His steps were rushed and unfocused. Without watching where he was going, he collided with Jessica, causing her handbag to fly from her hand.

black hair lifted in a graceful arc as she caught her handbag midair—just before it hit the

stared

the sunglasses, her beauty radiated clearly. Her dark, wavy hair spilled down her back, secured loosely by a clip, creating

strength, grace. Most women might have panicked or dropped something, but the speed and precision of her reaction made Julia silently admire

him with a

don’t you think you owe me an apology?" she asked, her voice calm but

opened his mouth, closing it again as

hurry because of an emergency, and I didn’t watch where I

glanced at him, noting his honesty. She gave a small nod and was about to

striking—deep onyx irises

heart skipped a beat. Her

thought. "Aren’t they

had never

small shake of her

nor the Brown family, she opted for the

he replied smoothly, shaking her hand with quiet courtesy, careful not to let on what he was

nice day," she said, about to pass him

made her stop in

a slight smirk, though deep

turned back slightly

meeting. My partner might already be getting restless

understand," he said with a nod. "But could I get your number? Maybe we