Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 215: Relaunching plans...

The morning hours in Noveira were calm and breezy. As they stepped out of the hotel, a gentle breeze greeted them, carrying with it the crisp promise of a new day.

Davis sat in his wheelchair, exuding an aura so cold and commanding that passersby instinctively kept their distance, choosing instead to admire him from afar and the ladies—they couldn’t help not drooling over him. Even in silence, he drew attention—his presence unmistakable. It was as though he is an emperor

Behind him, Jessica walked with quiet confidence, her hands steady on the handles of his wheelchair. She was not overshadowed by his presence. Despite Davis not standing on his feet, their striking appearance made heads turn and their grace and chemistry made onlookers marvel.

People around the lounge whispered in low voices their admiration for the couple.

While some rated them as —a match made in heaven, some termed them—a match written in the stars.

At the hotel lobby entrance, the driver stood by respectfully, holding the car door open. Jessica helped Davis into the car before sliding in from the opposite side.

Ethan took the front passenger seat, his laptop and phone balanced on his lap. With the turn of the ignition, the vehicle hummed to life, slowly pulling out onto the highway.

Jessica felt a sudden wave of fatigue. Turning her gaze toward Davis, she murmured, "I’m tired and want to rest," then gently rested her head on his shoulder.

Davis let out a soft sigh. Adjusting his posture, he created a comfortable space for her to nestle in. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her into his embrace.

His eyes lingered on her face, brows drawing together in concern. He had noticed her growing exhaustion lately, the weariness in her eyes, the heaviness in her steps. It worried him deeply. He knew it was the stress.

This was the very reason he had pleaded with her to stop working so hard. He had even considered returning to Country Y and managing things from there. But Desmond’s shadow still loomed too large.

Besides, this forgotten branch of the company—this scar on his legacy—might just be the key to reclaiming everything. "Baby, we need to leave Noveira tomorrow," he said quietly.

Jessica’s eyes fluttered open instantly, confusion flickering in them. "Why?"

out and need to go back

we’re not leaving. I know my body well. Besides, I’m not weak," she said, meeting

be weak." He asked, his tone a few decibels higher. "I am sorry." He murmured almost scolding himself

not sick. Alright, I will take a good rest tomorrow." Jessica

worried about her health, yet she wouldn’t buy his idea of leaving the project halfway just

say so," Davis replied with resignation, silently deciding to monitor her work more closely from

battered and worn, the building still stood tall. It had no

the past year lingered in its silence—a quiet testimony to a

calm. Dressed in a gray suit, his Noveiran accent

prepared to assist Davis, but he refused. "Let

into his chair. Mr. Stan gave a polite bow. Even seated, Davis remained every

"Welcome, sir," he said.

curtly. "How

courteous nod to Jessica, who

Stan gestured toward the entrance. "Let’s go inside and have a look," he

here earlier," Davis

stepped inside, Mr. Stan’s emotions surfaced. "I thought you had forgotten us. The branch was shut down so

when it happened," Davis said, his voice hard.

felt wrong. The memo was cold—no notice,

"It’s unfortunate your workers suffered, but we’re here to fix that mistake—and make

Stan nodded slowly. "I was worried. But with you both here, I believe things will

the branch," Davis confirmed. "Not just to resume business—but to rebuild stronger branch. This time, with the right people and systems. We hope you’re

nothing. Then he turned away, wiping his eyes. "You don’t know what this means to me," he whispered. "I gave my all