Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 216: Part of a married life...

The group returned to the hotel happy, grateful, and fulfilled. The hardest part of their work seemed to have been settled.

As the car slowly pulled into the hotel’s parking lot, Ethan helped Davis out and wheeled him carefully into their suite.

Once inside, Davis gave Ethan a curt nod before heading toward the door.

"Ethan, take a break for the day... Maybe use the opportunity to explore Noveira," he said.

Ethan nodded. "I understand." He glanced lightly at Jessica before leaving for his room.

Jessica walked over to the sofa and sat down, her head throbbing. Still, she dared not complain—Davis would worry too much, and he already had a scheduled meeting with some of his friends later.

Davis’s gaze settled on her, sharp as ever, observant. He took in the lines of tension around her eyes, the paleness just under her skin. "Babe, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yes, I’m very, very okay," she replied with a sigh, then added, "I just didn’t expect Mr. Stan to be so sentimental and attached to the company."

"Yes, he is quite sentimental. I’ve noticed that over the years. His motivation stems from his hard work and the goodwill he’s built for the company," Davis explained thoughtfully.

"That’s the benefit of having a manager who’s worth the stress." She smirked, her thoughts drifting to Richard, who had always kept her company afloat while she indulged herself. "When last did you speak with Richard?"

"Last night," Davis said shortly. "He called to ask about you—and how you’re settling into the new environment."

She let her head fall back against the sofa cushion, her words slipping out on a whisper. "I’m becoming obsolete now."

"I’m becoming obsolete now," she murmured, her voice carrying both a complaint and a hint of relief.

a trace of jealousy?" Davis asked with a soft smile

subordinates now report to you rather than me," she

their blessing to live a long, peaceful life with him. What else could explain

free to command my subordinates as much

glanced briefly at his watch before looking back at her. "Do you still want

first time seeing your friends again since the accident a year

and worn out, she wanted to support him. He needed this step forward, and the only way to encourage him was

doing things. If Davis discovered she was unwell, not only would he cancel the outing, but

bones seemed to ache with exhaustion, she wouldn’t miss this. Not for

narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?"

studying her face intently

doubtful just because I’m sitting?"

between them. "Alright. Rest for a bit. We

deeper into the sofa. She had wanted to rest all along,

the bed," Davis said gently, brushing aside a few stray strands of hair

and he shook

Then, he rose from the wheelchair and stretched lightly relieving the tension. Though he would have preferred carrying her to the bed himself, his still-recovering leg made such activity too risky.

With tenderness, he draped it over her, brushing a few strands of hair from her face, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than

sank into slumber, Davis returned to his work—his mind already mapping out the mountain ahead. He switched on his

within just one week, Davis had much to do to succeed—Restructuring. Securing investment. Creating a relaunch plan that would inspire

do things by himself. He had to do the work

meant securing fresh investments

taken a hard hit and couldn’t restart without a