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.

again "Mr. Stan will be at the airport to meet us. And the hotel arrangements had also been taken

quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on the floor in contemplation. "There’s one

waiting for instructions. But instead of

his wheelchair away slowly, placed his hands on the armrests, and

his eyes were playing tricks on him. Davis took a

hanging open. Then he rubbed his

be sure, he pinched himself. "Ouch... it hurts. So I’m

hand gently on his knee. "You can stand? You can walk now?"

a surprise. As much as he appreciated his wife Jessica for everything, he couldn’t forget what

condone. He never walked away. When Davis had no

his throat tighten. "I..." he struggled to find words, overwhelmed by emotion. "Can... can you do it again?

always admired Davis—his height, his strength, his presence. And now,

a soft sigh, Davis stood up once more,

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

you think she

about expensive 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 too. But

"Jessica will appreciate anything you give her. She’s not the kind of woman who looks at price tags.She treasures sincerity. Trust me, she’ll appreciate anything you

to wrap his head around everything. Slowly he returned to his

men spent the next stretch of the flight discussing their plans again and again drafting

the betraying group, he would take care

left before the plane landed, Davis went back to his cabin. He wanted to get

next morning. At the airport, Mr. Stan stood

through the pedestrian area

company that Davis had died. Desmond had even sent out an official message, claiming the company was in