Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 212: My thanks...

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. Davis and Jessica cuddled in each other’s embrace as they savoured every inch of each other’s body.

By the time he reluctantly let her go, Jessica had no strength left. Her limbs felt like jelly, her breathing soft and even as she drifted into sleep without realizing it.

Davis, however, didn’t sleep. Instead, he took his time, lying on his side and observing the woman beside him.

Jessica’s face was relaxed in slumber, her cheeks flushed, her lips rosy and swollen from his kiss yet inviting.

He had memorized every curve, every detail of her face and might be able to draw it with his eyes shut, but somehow, with each passing day, she became even more captivating.

Her beauty wasn’t just physical; it shone from within, glowing brighter the more time he spent with her.

He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary.

His heart ached deeply as he stared at her. "Will you ever rest and not worry about my affairs?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, yet filled with emotion.

Though his tone was soft, his mind was filled with mixed emotions. He was grateful—grateful beyond words that she came into his life at his lowest moment, had existed in his life and had cared deeply for him.

everything he had gone through—betrayals, disappointment and even isolation. But at the same time, guilt

shoulders. Girls her age were still figuring out their path, attending university lectures, partying, or scrolling endlessly through social media,

recover from his injuries, she still joined hands with

still fought his battles. Still put his needs first. It frustrated him, not because of what she did, but because he didn’t want her to carry

the frustration and helplessness evident on his face. His eyes briefly moved to the table where she had been working earlier before he had

so focused, determined. And yet, she allowed herself to be distracted, concerned

duvet covering them and quietly got up. He made his way

her body. His movements

cheeks always turned a lovely shade of red, and she would often cover her face or grumble his name in frustration whenever

her like this, cleaning her after their intimacy, felt like a task he wanted to perfect. He didn’t rush it. He saw it as his

done, he placed the bowl aside and returned to the bathroom to take a cold shower himself, trying

he wrapped himself in a robe and walked over to the table. Sitting down, he looked through the documents and files

as well as business decision process, he made decisions where needed, left comments and notes, corrected some figures, and offered suggestions. Then he got to the final file—the

beside her while she worked on designs, pretending not to be interested, though his eyes had always followed her

and, with steady hands,

he began drawing a new one from scratch. His expression was calm

yet it couldn’t actually express how he felt. He stared at the sketch for a while and glanced at the sleeping lady, a smile tugging at his