Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 200: Warmth on air...(declaration of love)

The flight from Country Y to Noveria would take about ten hours. It wasn’t a very long journey, but considering all the troubles and chaos surrounding them, it felt like just enough time to breathe and regain their strength.

Inside the plane, everything felt peaceful. Time seems to slow down just for them, giving a beautiful world of two.

The cabin was wide and elegant. The cream-colored leather seats, soft ambient lighting, and a peaceful floral fragrance lingering in the air made it feel warm, cozy and serene.

With a soft music playing in the background, the atmosphere was quite peaceful and harmonious.

Ethan, after boarding, had retired to his personal cabin to finish up work before their arrival in Noveria, leaving Jessica and Davis to stay in the main suite which is more encompassing with several facilities.

Davis looked around quietly, a rare sparkle of pride shining in his eyes as he took in the elegant interior.

Jessica opened the cabin door and stepped inside. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the dazzling yet minimal decor. A soft smile curled her lips. "I think it’s best to catch a nap before I start stargazing," she teased, throwing herself onto the wide bed.

Davis slowly walked over her and eased in beside her on the mattress. With ease, he pulled her into his arms and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.

Jessica instinctively snuggled into his embrace, his arms snaked around her with a silent promise of protection. He reached out, drew the blanket over them, and adjusted the air conditioning to a warmer setting, but she hardly noticed. In his arms, she already felt home.

Moments later, a flight attendant in a neat uniform quietly approached. She placed a tray with warm tea and some snacks on the side table, nodded politely, and left without a word.

Jessica reached for the tea and took a sip. It was warm and soothing, spreading comfort that eased her nerves.

Davis let out a deep sigh, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. His mind a whirlpool of thoughts.

"I never knew you had a plane until you suggested we fly private," he said, looking over at her. "So, what’s the catch?"

Jessica chuckled. "Are you trying seriously trying to check me out, digging into my secrets or trying to do a background check midair?"She teased.

beautiful and exquisite plane," he replied,

be happy you

impressed... and honestly, a little

raised and a smile on her lips as she gazed at

just part of the Brown family, and that meant you had no real power. They believed you were at their mercy. But I don’t blame them though,

from my mom. Sadly, It was the last gift she gave to me before she passed

documents and

mom always warned me never to mention it to them. To be safe, she gave the papers to our lawyer. She did the same for most of the assets

of her inheritance had been

forehead. He’d noticed the sadness in her eyes

he whispered. "I’ll be here for every birthday

Davis," she murmured. Her eyes glistened as she blinked back tears. Davis watched her,

it clearly now—her quiet strength, her silent endurance. Though the Brown family had shown her no love, she had carved a place for

didn’t mean to stir up painful memories," he said, brows furrowing. I only wanted this trip to be a relief, not a

a hand down his chest. "Without the painful moments, we wouldn’t know how beautiful these ones are. It’s because of the storms that

slow nod. "You’re right. And with you in

"I’ll have to

heart flutter. Unable to resist, Davis leaned in to catch her lips in

silent except for the soft rhythm of their breathing, the kiss deepening as emotions

across the fabric

away piece by piece. Their eyes

his hands explored every inch of her skin with reverence. Her breath hitched as he traced her curves, his lips following the path his hands had

bra, his fingers caressing her soft skin. She moaned softly, sending a

her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone and slowly his lips falling on the soft nibble of her breast while he gently knead the other

soft and breathy. Her fingernails dug