Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 217: Meeting friends 1

Within an hour, Davis and Jessica were dressed and ready for the evening. Jessica wore a simple red wine-colored evening gown that hugged her waist perfectly.

The full-length fabric pooled elegantly around her feet, its rich hue striking against her fair skin. Her poise, enhanced by the gown’s graceful drape, emphasizing her commanding height.

Davis, in a tailored black suit, looked as dashing as ever. His appearance every bit the dignified heir he once was as his presence loomed large. His tall frame, chiseled features, and sharp gaze made Jessica appear delicate beside him even in heels. Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her into a warm embrace.

"You look stunning," he murmured, his gaze laced with admiration and pride.

Jessica smiled softly, her eyes trailed down to his suit and his face noting his well crafted features, her brow knitting slightly.

Catching the change in her expression, Davis raised an eyebrow. "What’s wrong?"

"I’m just relieved you’re not going to be standing in the club tonight. That’ll at least keep a few peach blossoms from buzzing around you."

Davis blinked, caught between amusement and disbelief. "Isn’t that the same as wishing your husband a hard life?"

She smirked. "No. Don’t worry about the hard part—I’ve got you covered."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead gently. "Even if I were standing, none of them could ever compare to you."

Jessica’s smile widened. "I think we’re good to go," she said, stepping out of his arms.

Davis glanced back at the wheelchair he had to settle into again, a long sigh escaping him. Jessica caught the look and arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Are you silently complaining?"

"Wouldn’t you?" he muttered. "Who wants to stay like this forever?"

been walking around this suite all evening. Just a few hours in the chair won’t kill you. I’m only giving you a chance to read

the chair and Jessica wheeled him out of their suite. They

the car, Jessica joined him, and the driver pulled smoothly away from the hotel,

enjoyed a

for hosting only the rich and

in her stride and the cold, commanding aura she exuded. She helped Davis settle into his wheelchair, then

lounged in plush seating areas, drinking and chatting in hushed tones. Dancers swayed across the stage, moving with sensual rhythm. The

The further they moved,

slightly open door. Conversations

you’re not joking,

He’ll be here any

with surprise and disbelief laced with a tinge displeasure

sense. Something about the tone of that voice didn’t sit well

just glad he’s alive," another voice chimed

on the armrest of his

for this?" Jessica asked softly, her voice a steady

you here?" he said with a weak smirk. "Besides, you

pushed the door open. Slowly and with measured

Tracia’s lips parted but no sound escaped, while Adah

What, did you think I was

one woman’s intense, icy glare locked with hers. Jessica smiled faintly, her stare graced with a slow, mischievous

the one who asked if he was married", she