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?"

don’t complain. You’ve 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

deep breath and sank into the chair and Jessica wheeled him out of their suite. They took the access ramp to the lobby where their driver

him, and the driver pulled smoothly away from the

For the first time since arriving in Noveria, the two enjoyed a tranquil night drive through a

elite, members-only clubhouse that exuded power and prestige. Its reputation for hosting only the rich and influential

car, heads turned. It wasn’t just her beauty—it was the quiet confidence in her stride and the cold, commanding aura she exuded. She helped

lounged in plush seating areas, drinking and chatting in hushed tones. Dancers swayed across the stage,

took a quieter path, bypassing the general crowd and heading toward an exclusive private hall. The further they moved, the more the sounds of the club dulled to a gentle hum—this

paused at a slightly open door. Conversations

you’re not joking,

be here any moment," Alex replied

her voice sharp with surprise and disbelief laced with a

woman’s sixth sense. Something about

glad he’s alive," another

breath, his hand tightening on the armrest

asked softly, her

a weak smirk. "Besides, you

open. Slowly and with

disbelief. Tracia’s lips parted

What, did you think I

room—four men and two women. Of them all, only Alex was familiar. But one woman’s intense, icy glare locked with hers. Jessica smiled faintly, her stare

you’re the one who asked if he was married", she mused. "How