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.

detect a trace of jealousy?" Davis asked with a soft smile dancing on his

most of my subordinates now

had all given her their blessing to live a long, peaceful life with him. What

command my subordinates as

his watch before looking back at her. "Do you

course. It’s important—it’ll be your first time seeing your friends

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

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

and her bones seemed to ache with exhaustion, she wouldn’t miss this.

narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked gently, watching

studying her

are you doubtful just because I’m sitting?" she teased, pretending to rise in

chuckled, the sound easing some of the tension between them. "Alright. Rest for a bit. We

She had wanted to rest all along, and now the permission to

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

and he

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

with a thick blanket. With tenderness, he draped it over her, brushing a few strands of hair from her face, his fingers lingering just

mountain ahead. He switched on his laptop and retrieved some of

plans to complete the renovation, restructuring, and relaunch of the company within just one week, Davis had much to do to

day off, he must do things

securing fresh investments and

had taken a hard hit