Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 201: I owe Madam a gift...

A few hours later, Jessica, worn out from everything, finally drifted off to sleep. Her breathing was steady, and the lines of stress on her face slowly faded.

Davis took a moment to look at her peaceful form. His eyes lingered for a moment longer, filled with a soft gratitude.

Davis checked on her quietly, making sure she was comfortable. Gently, he pulled the duvet up to cover her properly so she could feel warm.

Gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face before leaving the room. He turned away, careful not to disturb her, and walked over to his wheelchair.

Dragging his tired body, he settled into his wheelchair. and slowly pushed himself down the hallway toward Ethan’s cabin. The hallway was dim, lit only by the cabin lights. When he got there, he paused and knocked lightly.

Ethan opened the door clearly surprised to see him at his door.

"Boss?" he whispered.

Davis nodded once and he stepped aside, letting him in without a word. Once Davis was inside, Ethan shut the door again and returned to the desk where he had been working.

"How’s everything going?" Davis asked, wheeling himself closer.

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly, it’s not going to be easy. But I’m doing my best," he said.

"What are the areas of difficulty?" Davis asked, his head already spinning with calculations..

"The problem is, Desmond didn’t just shut down the project—he also made the workers leave. They lost interest because of how badly he treated them." Ethan answered, a tinge of frustration in his voice.

Davis nodded slowly. "It’s okay. As long as Mr. Stan is still willing to try again, we have hope. We’ll call a board meeting with the key people involved and explain things properly. As business minded people, their interest will definitely align besides some still held on to the shares and stocks of this group."

"On arrival?" He asked, his gaze on him.

and nodded again "Mr. Stan will be at the airport to meet us. And the hotel

his eyes fixed on the floor in contemplation. "There’s one more thing,"

to him, waiting for instructions. But

his hands

tricks on him. Davis took a few steady steps forward before sitting back down in the

frozen for a second, eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth hanging open. Then he rubbed his eyes. "Did I just

be sure, he pinched himself. "Ouch... it hurts. So I’m not

beside Davis, placing a hand gently on his knee. "You can stand? You can walk

surprise. As much as he appreciated his wife Jessica for

even when Davis had been at his worst and his temper terrible to condone. He never walked away. When Davis had no strength left, Ethan had quietly taken

words, overwhelmed by emotion. "Can... can you do it again? Just once more. Please." Ethan asked, unable

had always admired Davis—his height, his strength, his presence. And now, to see him standing

Davis stood up once more, just for him. This time a little more

a gift," he said with a smile. "But what can I give someone like her? She’s already so

you think she

things. Every day, she amazed him. She wasn’t just a doctor or a surgeon—she was a designer, a CEO, and a business genius

give her. She’s not the kind of woman who looks at price tags.She treasures sincerity.

trying to wrap his head around everything. Slowly he returned to his seat, still staring in

of the night stretched on quietly. With renewed determination the two men spent the next stretch of the flight discussing their plans again and again drafting a comprehensive reformation plan to take back what was lost, revive what had crumbled, and restore the name of

betraying

plane landed, Davis went back to his cabin. He wanted to get their things ready so Jessica wouldn’t

Noveria early the next morning. At the airport, Mr. Stan stood waiting, checking every face

finally spotted Davis, being wheeled through the pedestrian

the company that Davis had died. Desmond had even sent out an